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