When I'm walking through the graveyardnAnd I laid her downnWe made love while we're living with the soldiers undergroundnAnd I fell, flags flappingnThrough the pores of her skinnFelt the bugle, bugle morningnThat old Southern battle hymnnnHer smile was prettynBut her body was strangenIt could've been just the shadowsnFrom the passing trainnnShe carved our initials in somebody else's stonenSomeone's lover, someone's mother, someone's sister is gonenShe wrapped her cold body around her favorite shirtnShe said John, take it slow, I'm afraid it might hurt.nI said, Annie, what do you expect of me to be?nI'm just as scared of you as you are of me.nBut in a few minutes it was overnWondered out loud what we didnAt the time it felt right, but quickly that feeling was deadnShe reached for living from a nearby grave (?)nWas it good, good or bad? I will never will forget this daynnIt was just three summers agonAnnie was hit by a drunknShe was stopped at a lightnAnd she had her radio onnShe was flipping through those stationsnTrying to find that perfect songnSomething to sing with nSomething to bring her from work to homennNow I had the table readynI laid out the knives with the spoonsnMatched the napkins to the glassesnThen I dimmed the light in the roomnAnd I still walk through that graveyardnAnd I still lie me down nI make love to my Annie while she lies underground