All gathered round in the Sunday best
After the service on the mall church steps
Congregations
spilling into the streets
Ain't it funny how the preacher's
words Disappear out there on the curb
Once the weight of an old friend's body in your hands,
babe
Attending Bob and Syracuse Mama called when she got the news
Well,
I don't know,
she'll miss more than you and me
It didn't feel real,
no,
not till now Behind this long black Lincoln in our little
town Rolling by bills, never thought again I'd
see
I can't
help but think about All the way it could have been
That you and I would have stayed here And said,
I'll fall out with him
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Buried is the secret that was us
I can still see you standing there Swollen eyes and snow in your
hair And your shaking voice say you couldn't get past the shame
Eight weeks into a nine-month ride Either way,
it's still alive Carrying your child with another man's name
I can't help but think about All the way it could have been
That you and I would have stayed here And said,
I'll fall out with him
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust Buried is the secret that was us
Buried is the secret that was us Buried is the secret that was us
Buried is the secret that was us
Buried is the secret that was us