Lyrics

Rory puts on her painted shoes
With the day-old news sticking out of her pocket
Where she goes I don’t know
But she’s never without my tin locket

It’s been years since we’ve spoken
Her threat of silence goes on unbroken

I’m sitting here watching from my window above
Hovering high over Rory
Around her neck is my old tin locket
Inside it an old story

It’s been years since we’ve spoken
Only thing left is a well worn token

And sometimes, I miss Rory
And sometimes, I get to missing Rory
Sometimes, I miss Rory

Rory takes off the painted shoes
And the day-old news seems to be our story
She’s across the street, but she won’t let our eyes meet
I guess I’ll go on missing Rory

It’s been years since we’ve spoken
But that chain of tin goes on unbroken

And sometimes, I get to missing Rory
Sometime’s, I think about my Rory
Sometimes, I miss Rory