Still a star

Well, I filled my glass with bourbon Watched the sun set over the rise Thought of everything that's passed by And I wiped the tears from my eyes I oft' think of tomorrows now And those days that will follow on See all the roads are breaking down And now directions are all wrong They had buried you on Sunday In the middle of pouring rain We dropped roses on your casket Recalled the day when you were slain Never did find your attacker A crime of passion so they said For your lover just disappeared The day that you were to be wed Found your body that same evening Flat out on the cold kitchen floor A bloodied kitchen knife was left Laying just outside the back door Well, that was thirty years ago Still no verdict has been returned Not many give a second thought It's like the bridges have been burned Your memory is a keepsake Which is now held by just a few But somewhere in a bedroom hangs A fading photograph of you