Pieces

Sue and Fiore lived on autumn Street Can John come outside and ride bikes with me Childhood memories are bittersweet That neighborhood was family to me Sue passed just yesterday morning Fiore about a year back Autumn Street won't ever be the same without them And they're not coming back Ashes to ashes and nursery rhymes, Rock-a-Bye Baby and Jesus Won't be that much of me left for goodbyes, feel like I'm leaving in pieces My mother had 22 uncles and aunts I remember reunions at that big summer camp The fins and the chrome and the songs and the dance Ephemeral nature of circumstance One by one they all had to go, Anna, Johnny, Lilly, Grace, Polly and Joe The green grass of home on the radio Dearly departed and covered in snow A heart can be broken just so many times, between what precedes and receives us Won't be that much of me left for goodbyes, feel like I'm leaving in pieces The faraway song of the ice cream truck Thin wooden spoon and a paper cup Melody drifting away with the wind Didn't know I'd never hear it again Measure the distance from little to tall Pencil a name and a date on the wall Close to the plate keep your eye on the ball Fall asleep trying to pray for them all Ashes to ashes and nursery rhymes, Rock-a-Bye Baby and Jesus Won't be that much of me left here to die, feel like I'm leaving in pieces I feel like I'm leaving in pieces I feel like I'm leaving in pieces