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."