evelyn sits by the elevator doors   it's been 37 years since james dies on st. patrick's day in 1964   but she could not hold it against him   there were times when there was nothing she could do but lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together   a picture of better days     and just like james, i'll be drinking irish tonight   and the memory of his last work week wil be gone forever   evelyn i'm not coming home tonight   if we're never together   if I'm never back again   well I swear to god that I'll love you forever   evelyn i'm not coming home tonight   in all the years that went by she said she'd always love him   and from the day that he died she never loved again     in his wallet she kept in her nightstand an a.a. card and a lock of red hair   she kept secrets of pride locked so tight in her heart   it killed a part of her before the rest was gone.     she said, "if I would have known just how things would have ended up I just would have let myself die."