Solitaire

If I had to choose
 I would think of you
 And how the end came rushing in so smooth
 Maybe I'd want that too
 Driving Second Avenue past eighty numbered streets
 And every round of solitaire as I try to sleep
 Empty kindling case at your fireplace
 Where the ashes rest in peace
 Now I have your shoes
 And every half-written page
 And songs from fiddlers' rooves
 For daughters who have come of age
 And driving Second Avenue past eighty numbered streets
 And every round of solitaire as I try to sleep
 But I can't stop dreaming
 Of when they brought you in
 And how I felt like screaming
 At your whitening skin
 Driving Second Avenue past eighty numbered streets
 And every round of solitaire as I try to sleep
 Empty kindling case at your fireplace
 Where the ashes rest in peace
 Driving Second Avenue past eighty numbered streets
 And every round of solitaire as I try to sleep
 Empty kindling case at your fireplace
 Where the ashes rest in peace
 These are all that's left for me to keep
 (You'll never give me away, I'll walk that aisle alone)
 These are all that's left or me to keep
 (You'll never give me away, I'll walk that aisle alone)