Skip was a brother that I almost knew
I think we were together back in 1982
Handsome and ruddy
Freckles on his face
All the girls wanted his body to taste
I spent the holiday with his family in Mt. Vernon New York
We rode the trains together and we always talked
But mostly we laughed
I liked him a lot
It was a cold day in November 
When Cynthia told me 
He got shot