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)