Sam Shaber
Текст песни 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)