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.