Skin and bones and so alone
She waits for the telephone
She waits for a ride home
Cos she's not allowed to drive

Skin and bones and nothing more
She waits by an open door
She's been waiting here before
And she doesn't even know why

Oh well, the doctors say
Nothing we can do, the doctors say
Too bad, you're just too late
Sorry, but that's how things go these days And she's just not herself She's just not herself She's just not herself These days...

10/17/2007