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."