A.W.O.L.

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