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RitchieThe evening storms would roll in through the middle of JuneAnd when the storm had passed, she'd take a walk Among the oak trees and find the rock While her and Ritchie would watch the moon come up Every summer he'd come back with yarns to spin And he would quickly sweep her off her feet And they'd be dancing among the leaves And he would whisper to her dark and sweet Everyone knew, but they kept it from her How Ritchie ran his job van to a tree Sometimes he would play pool and have a few more drinks Maybe one more just to clear his head While she would wait because she thought That Ritchie was the closest to a saint That night the moon rose, first gold, then red A thunder rumbled in the rolling hills And she could not hear a siren's wail Or she might've seen his twisted rails Everyone knew, but they kept it from her How Ritchie ran his job van to a tree In his pocket was a ring for her But the road, it curved, and Ritchie drove straight through Evening, she goes walking towards the old oak grove And plum blossoms are falling on the road Years had passed, now she walks With Ritchie's brother Tony, hand in hand She told herself she'd never get to love again Not after the awful thing she'd been through But how a woman can endure so much That she just cannot explain Everyone knew, but they kept it from her That Tony fell asleep behind the wheel In his pocket was a letter for her Saying Ritchie's gone, but I'll take care of you |