haven’t seen the lady down the hall all week
the orderly says her room is being cleaned
but when you passed it last, it was empty
you’re not young and naive, you know what that means
some would say that you’re such a lucky guy
given more time than most just before you die
but you would say that that’s just another lie
there’s nothing worse than being left without them saying bye

and if memory serves correct
you’ve heard the ring, less and less
of telephone calls collect
from people who don’t just forget
“swear it’s not happening”
on your grave you’re soon to meet
at least you’ve got your family,
someone visiting”
and when they knock on the door
it feels a bit like before
the years when they weren’t born
when life could still give something more
it takes some getting used to
not getting used to
knowing we all go and die alone

waiting on another day soon to be done
envious of the man in the corner with no thumbs
taken care of, brought out by his only son
he won’t have to think of the day his young doesn’t come
some would say that you’re a blessed one
but at your old age, it seems like all is done
losing track of the days no longer seems so fun
it’s hard to know it’s not all just begun

it never gets easy to see
people just get up and leave
like they’ve gone out to sea
either sinking or drowning
never to return
fallen off the stern
and for them you’ll yearn
but you never ever learn
it takes some getting used to
not getting used to
losing sight and sound, losing sight and sound
but it takes more getting used to
not getting used to
having someone around