Monday, I saw you smile
And then Tuesday
We talked awhile

By Wednesday something's wrong
By weekend, you were gone


Thursday, I heard she strayed
And by Friday
When she got paid

She smoked it all away
Left ashes, for Saturday


We all dig our own way
We might find it tough to say
But this life's a fragile thing

So goodbye, my dear old friend

Last Christmas, your daughter smiled

Hugged and kissed us
But you cashed it in
When the New Year's ball had dropped

My hope died, as we watched the clock

We all dig our own way

We might find it tough to say
But this life's a fragile thing
So goodbye, my dear old friend


It's all quiet on Mother's Day
Your baby's grown and gone away

It's all quiet on Mother's Day
A forgotten mid-June gray


We all dig our own way
We all find it hard to say
But this life's a fragile thing

So goodbye, my dear old friend

It's all quiet on Mother's Day

Your baby's grown and gone away
It's all quiet on Mother's Day
A forgotten mid-June gray