You might think there's nothing left but ashes
In a box on a table at Crosby's Bar
But there's more than meets the eye, you didn't leave us when you died
Your spirit will live on in what we do and who we are
Aunt Betty's gonna tell us stories 'bout the family
We're gonna go up to Maine and eat some clams and lobsters
Bite the worm down in sunny Cancun bay
We'll be home by Christmas Eve tellin' tales you won't believe
And we'll swim in Barton Springs on New Year's Day
Well Greg's gonna walk the aisles up at Carlisle