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.
1 | My Drug Buddy |
2 | The Outdoor Type |
3 | Outdoor Type |
4 | If I Could Talk ID Tell You |
5 | It's About Time |
6 | Waiting Around To Die |
7 | Half The Time |
8 | Stove |
9 | Ceiling Fan In My Spoon |
10 | Break Me |