Sitting alone when her work is through

These days she's listless though that spring sky is blue

Her parents try but it's not much use

Her boyfriend left home, it was late summertime Life was good, they were young but glory is purblind

How could a future like that go wrong?

I know the mayor of this hysterical town

He worked himself up from the dirt on the ground Now everyone asks him questions and so on

People consider they've a right to be told

He just can't imagine what it is he should know

People naturally wonder what it's all leading to Oh, Anne Garland, you can't call this heartbeat a man

Too sad you bet, we're all caught in history's web

But don't cry too soon, you might as well fall in love with the moon

Oh, Anne Garland, we win or we lose at his hand Cars collide and they kill the groom

Death's neatly spruced for his honeymoon

Find an answer while I leave the room Man made the neon and he learned how to fly

But Gold made the stars while he fashioned the sky

Perhaps I should learn to shut my mouth