Sing me a song
With a slow, sad rhythm
That will keep in time with the steady beat
Of your heels clicking down the driveway
Your papa's dead,
And there isn't a man in the house anymore
So look back one last time
And sing your home a goodbye lullaby

Sing me a song
With a mournful, forlorn rhythm
That will keep in time with the steady stream
Of phone calls from the hospital
Your son has ran away
And has gotten himself into some trouble
So look back one last time
And sing your little boy a goodbye lullaby

Sing me a song
With a familiar, recalling rhythm
That will keep in time,
With the beating of your fragile heart
He hasn't called in weeks
And your side of the bed is occupied by another woman
So look back one last time
And sing your love a goodbye lullaby

Sing me a song
With a quiet, steady rhythm
That will keep in time,
With the sound of pencil tips breaking
Your words are useless
And they aren't bringing anything back
So look back one last time
And sing your passion a goodbye lullaby

Sing me a song
With a haunting, painful rhythm
That will keep in time,
With the dripping of your stale blood
Everything has been taken away
And there isn't left to live for
So look back one last time
And sing your life a goodbye lullaby