It's A Shame About Ray

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.