In the City of the Elms where we smoked in the stalls
In our rogue adolescence, we tore up the halls
She caught my eye across the room, with a wink and a tip of the hood
We waited for the moment, then we shot to the woods

She smoked a makeshift pipe and carved her name in a stone
In the wall of an abandoned old colonial home
The remnants of her living days are names in a wall
They'll be gone with the ashes when they crumble and fall
Gone with the ashes when they crumble and fall

And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name

The doors were always knockin' like a train come alive
Their names, I couldn't say, but their faces survived
We drank the beers and sung the cheers and wore our voices out
We polished off the bottle that she stole from the house

And like a group of vagrants round a fire alight
Contented, drunk and careless, like a teenage night
I still remember the room in which she pulled me away
And now I'm callin' out her name in a moment of grey
I'm callin' out her name in a moment of grey
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name

You could count the years in ashes, you could count 'em in stone
You'll never stop the time with all the watches you own
The stillness in her casket with the ghost of a smile
Was frozen for a moment, if not only a while
Frozen for a moment, if not only a while

And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name

And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name

And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name
Her name is callin' out from a carving in a stone
I swear I'll carve it deeper when I make my way home