Sitting, staling, sitting, paling, sitting without a thought
time is ticking, she is sticking, to the television set.
Bodies laying, yet she is staying inside her house
sitting alone, without a spouse, sitting as quietly as a mouse.
Clocks are turning, children are learning, but she is there, and there she stays.
Sitting staling, paling wailing
Then she hears a knock on her door, it is Satan, nevermore
"Go outside and play today, come outside, outside to stay."
She rejected this quaint visit with a smile, she rejected it within a short while.
Now she is aging, aging, yet nothing's changing.
She is there and there she stays,
sitting, staling, sitting, paling
yet still without a spouse, and still quietly as a mouse.
Yet she takes a visit to see the tombstone of a dearly beloved one
whom which she knew long ago, there she finds a little bird.
Ah, why yes, a crow.
"Come outside, and play today, come, stop chasing your life away."
She rejected the offer with yet another smile, oh but within a very short while,
the lights went out and without a doubt everything was still.
Now there were holes within their hearts to fill because of this
sad passing.
There, six feet under the woman lay,
there, six feet under the woman shall stay.
She wasted all her life away, now this is the home she has to stay.
Sitting, staling, weeping, wailing.
