• She sat there every day
    With those sad eyes
    And that pretty black dress.
    But one day. . .
    she wasn't there.
    Then I found out.
    She had been killed while walking over to her spot
    the one where she waits.
    What was she waiting for?
    I couldn't tell you.
    I never got to ask her.
    I'm going to miss her,
    with those sad eyes,
    and that pretty black dress.