[Lyric] Souvenir (These Animals)

She never called, or wrote a note
And that's the cause of the lump in his throat
But once a month, or maybe more
He finds a package at the door

He checks the mail, and with a grin
Receives a gift from the place where she’s been
A music box, he's played for hours
Sits besides red pressed flowers

Burn the bridge when we arrive
All you're wasting is time

He leaves them all, upon the shelf
But only keeps them to himself
They’re from a girl, he used to know
From not so many moons ago

Burn the bridge when we arrive
All you're wasting is time
I've received your souvenir
All you're missing's right here, it's here
An empty flask, from Arkansas
A book of magic from Omaha
She left him on the Brooklyn Bridge
A somber sight, to think of what he did
She walked along, to the other side
And took the subway for a ride
A ride, a ride, a ride
A ride