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evelyn sits by the elevator doors
it's been 37 years since james dies on st. patrick's day in 1964
but she could not hold it against him
there were times when there was nothing she could do but lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together
a picture of better days
and just like james, i'll be drinking irish tonight
and the memory of his last work week wil be gone forever
evelyn i'm not coming home tonight
if we're never together
if I'm never back again
well I swear to god that I'll love you forever
evelyn i'm not coming home tonight
in all the years that went by she said she'd always love him
and from the day that he died she never loved again
in his wallet she kept in her nightstand an a.a. card and a lock of red hair
she kept secrets of pride locked so tight in her heart
it killed a part of her before the rest was gone.
she said, "if I would have known just how things would have ended up I just would have let myself die."
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