The lines on her face don't fit her anymore

She's a deadound damsel in disgrace.

Her eyes are still a lively shade of blue,

And she turns them slowly

So that she's looking at you.

Her body trembles as she coughs,

Her fingers hover over that 'last' cigarette box,

And she tilts her head and smiles,

Says, "Dan, what are we doing?"

But Dan isn't in the room,

No one is in the room.

Nonetheless, she talks to him,

Not even remmbering the day he died

'Cause to her his heaven was in her arms

And that man would never leave her.

Well, the days went on

Until the funeral song,

And their daughter woke up thinking,

Where have the years gone?

And that 'last' cigarette box

Really was the last,

And man,

Where has the time gone?