I've never been too good with names The cellar door was open, I could never stay away I know it's prob'ly not my place It's either or, I'm hoping for a simple way to say It's a shame about Ray In the stone, under the dust His name is still engraved Some things need to go away It's a shame about Ray If I make it through today I'll know tomorrow not to leave my feelings out on display I'll put the cobwebs back in place I've never been to good with names But I remember faces