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 the rock

While her and Ritchie would watch the moon come up

Every summer he’d come back with yarns to spin

And 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 knew, but they kept it from her

How Ritchie ran his job van to a tree

Sometimes he would play pool and have a few more drinks

Maybe one more just to clear his head

While she would wait because she thought

That Ritchie was the closest to a saint

That night the moon rose, first gold, then red

A thunder rumbled in the rolling hills

And she could not hear a siren’s wail

Or she might’ve seen his twisted rails

Everyone knew, but they kept it from her

How Ritchie ran his job van to a tree

In his pocket was a ring for her

But the road, it curved, and Ritchie drove straight through

Evening, she goes walking towards the old oak grove

And 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 get to love again

Not after the awful thing she’d been through

But how a woman can endure so much

That she just cannot explain

Everyone knew, but they kept it from her

That 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