Patty lives up in the attic now
Her feet rarely touching the ground
Haunted by waltzes with Harry

Harry's hat hanging here in the hall

Memories fading for patty now

There's nothing and no one to trust
Just the tick and the tock
Of the damnable clock

As the world that she does turns to dust

Patty stays up in her attic now

In silence except for the sound
Of the tick and the tock
Of the damnable clock

While the world that she knows disappears

Drinking in riddles

Waving to trains
Waving to trains that no longer run
Thinking in riddles

And waving to trains
Waving to trains that no longer run