South Tacoma Way

I put on that sweater you gave me I woke up in the kitchen a few minutes later I didn't know how I had gotten there Did you guide me? I didn't make it to your funeral I didn't want ritual nor resign I just wanted to hold hands with J.P. and Mary-Jo But I couldn't conjure tears We're too good for stupid angels Blackness held its breath beside me And burned the air till it was gone Till it was gone Till it was gone Couldn't pay my respects to a dead man Your life was much more to me And I chased away with sticks and stones But that rage kept following me Following me Following me So lost, I was asleep in the palms of your hands In dreams, we were happy and safe I can't comprehend the ways that I miss you They come to light in my mistakes In my mistakes In my mistakes Now I'm traveling down Tacoma Way And the world turns in slow motion It's the twilight of our old home And I'm still in love with you Oh, here on South Tacoma Way We've memories for matinees And the tears come warm and heavy And the cross streets bear your name Oh, the cross streets bear your name