Our ashes

He hasn't been round here in over a year
I haven't been wonderin quite so clear
Kissin' my window
Kissin' the mirror
'Till all I been seein
Dissapears

Pass me that shovel
Gonna dig my grave
Diggin in the dirt now
Throw my bones away
Risin to the window
For a meeting in the air
Gonna cast off, make a deal

I'm still holdin on
I'm still holdin on
I'm still holdin on
To those days
Down to the Bronx
A little stop out of the way

Laura from New Rochelle
She knows it just as well
From Manhatten we both take that train
We're going here or there
We're going anywhere
We can

Down on the dock
We got them oysters shucked
It's Philip's birthday
He don't remember it
Or much of anything
These days

And Antoinette
In a pretty Sunday dress
To St. Anthony she prayed
She still believes in it
God bless her pretty little face