she’s 40 or 50, still a beautiful lady

a wrinkle here, a gray hair there

still got that twinkle in her eye

black pales her complexion in the cloudy gray light

but she didn’t want to wear this today

she wasn’t ready to say goodbye

 

and we’ll cry for her like we always do

the wife who lost her man ain’t nothing new

was it alcohol or being sad or getting sick or breaking bad

or something fast they both never saw coming?

we’ll shed a tear, or maybe a thousand

and hold that woman’s hand

 

he’s made it to 90; she almost did

a head of silver but a will and heart of gold

he’s lost that twinkle in his eye

the one that only she could bring out of him

he hoped she’d be the one to go first

so she wouldn’t have to see him die

 

but he doesn’t know how to live in this world

without his best friend, his favorite girl

wasn’t alcohol or being sad or getting sick or breaking bad

but something they had known was gonna come

he’ll shed a tear, or maybe a thousand

but never in this life hold her hand again