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.