Fake Pints - Slimbo

Evelyn sits by the elevator doors It's been 37 years since James died On St. Patrick's Day, 1964 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 With the memory of his last work week will 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 And in his wallet she kept on her nightstand An AA card and a lock of red hair 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" And just like James, I'm drinking Irish tonight With the memory of his last work week will 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