Matt Costa - Ritchie Lyrics

The evening storms would roll in through the middle of June
And when the storm had passed she'd take a walk
Among the oak trees and find a rock
Where her and Ritchie would watch the moon come up
Every summer he'd come back with yarns to spin
He would quickly sweep her off her feet
And they'd be dancing among the leaves
And he would whisper to her dark and sweet
Everyone new but the kept it from her How Ritchie ran his Triumph into a tree
Sometimes he would play pool and have few more drinks
Maybe one more just to clear his head
She would wait
Because she thought
That Ritchie was the closest to a Saint
That night the moon rose first gold then red
The thunder rumbled in the rolling hills
She could not hear the sirens wail
Or she might have seen his twisted rails
Everyone new but they kept it from her
How Ritchie ran his Triumph off the road
In his pocket was a ring for her
The road it curved and Ritchie ran straight through
Evenings she goes walking towards the old oak grove Plum blossoms are falling on the road
Years had passed, now she walks
With Ritchie's brother Tony hand in hand
She told herself she'd never give to love again
Not after the awful thing she'd been through
But how a woman can endure
So much that just can not explain
Everyone new but they kept it from her
How Tony fell asleep behind the wheel
In his pocket was a letter for her
Saying Ritchie's gone but I'll take care of you