If I had to choose
I would think of you
And how the end came rushing in so smooth
Maybe I'd want that too
Driving Second Avenue past eighty numbered streets
And every round of solitaire as I try to sleep
Empty kindling case at your fireplace
Where the ashes rest in peace
Now I have your shoes
And every half-written page
And songs from fiddlers' rooves
For daughters who have come of age
And driving Second Avenue past eighty numbered streets
And every round of solitaire as I try to sleep
But I can't stop dreaming
Of when they brought you in
And how I felt like screaming
At your whitening skin
Driving Second Avenue past eighty numbered streets
And every round of solitaire as I try to sleep
Empty kindling case at your fireplace
Where the ashes rest in peace
Driving Second Avenue past eighty numbered streets
And every round of solitaire as I try to sleep
Empty kindling case at your fireplace
Where the ashes rest in peace
These are all that's left for me to keep
(You'll never give me away, I'll walk that aisle alone)
These are all that's left or me to keep
(You'll never give me away, I'll walk that aisle alone)