The paper kept the story short
Nothing certain to report
Gave no name, but too young an age
Sad, but get on with your day

White shirt, dark tie
the nicest shoes that I could find
behave, before
Look down at the floor

Cross the street, the church is full
selfish grief and ritual
The family speak and the people cry
I have my own, I cry for mine

Drive up, hard rain
We light cheap candles, say a name
the best of us
I have not lived up
I have not lived up

Ashes
ashes
we all fall down
when that name is mine
I'm sure I will not mind

Bonfire just outside of town
stories grow as they go around
In tragedy, in war, in love
Innocence is not enough

Line up young men
One less, a friend
As if we needed an excuse
We drink down our *****

Ashes
ashes
We all fall down
I hope I'm good and through
When it's the parting glass for you