you are pretty when you cry
seems to reason darling,
you'll be pretty when you die
and i am going to ride
and pretend you're still around
you liked the thought of people
crying for the loss of you
but all i see's
your empty room
i love you, loved you, left you first
goodbye, sleep in whiskey's tomb
i hearted you baby, but it seems
i'll be the only one
missing you
going, going, gone.