When I read this mornings headlines I saw your name

And it mentioned just two others that share your fame

In another fourteen days you would have married me

Now there's nothing but a cross out on route 23

(Tony, come on in)

[Interlude]

Well I walked that stretch of pavement where you breathed you last

Run my fingers though the gravel and the broken glass

They told me not to come here, but I had to see

All that's left ' what was once mine on route 23

(J.W. . . )

(Tony)

Well I'm a goin' to your funeral then I'm goin' away

Without you here beside me it's no use to stay

Everything I had ain't nothing but a memory

And a cross marks the spot out on route 23

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Wayne Hancock