Born a poor man died alone With nowhere far to go Left a wife with a jobless soul To anyone who'd know 67 married years And 14 on the rocks Listen to the livingroom The ticking of the clocks Bring me babies every year And teach me all the names Keep their pictures on the walls In all the silver frames Don't get sad to see me now I've figured something out The longer love the shorter love Will have the chance to doubt One day when the wind gets strong A piece of me will fly Far above the memory of me myself and I Cut me loose from everything That ever really was Show me how to shine a light So others can live on...