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)