I?ve never been too good with names.
The cellar door was open, I could never stay away.
I know it?s prob?ly not my place.
It?s either or, I?m hoping for a simple way  to say.

It?s a shame about ray.
In the stone, under the dust,
His name is still engraved.
Some things need	 to go away.
It?s a shame  about ray.

If I make it through today,
I?ll know tomorrow not to put my feelings out on display.
I?ll put the cobwebs back in place.
I?ve never been to good with names,
But I remember faces.