And the last thing I'd recall 

Her body standing on the stove 

Sandy wiping her grey eyes 

I was pleased and frightened 

To see a grownup woman cry 

She blamed her housemaid for her mind 

But I think that they all knew it had to happen some time 



I had rushed home from school 

To see my favorite show 

And as it happened, it was deadly cold that day 

And as I peeled my mittens frozen to my wrists with snow 

I swore I heard a voice come from the living room 

And say: 

"Oh...God 

Oh...God 

Oh...well..." 



And when I peered into that room 

My little afternoon took sick 

Sandy hanging from the light 

Her Levis wrapped around her neck 



It was a sight to see 

Old Sandy finally seeing me 

And though she couldn't speak 

I had a sinking feeling that she would have said: 

"Oh, darling....more mascara" 



She looked so peaceful in the air 

The lightbulb shining in her hair 

Her face was free 

It frightened me 

She looked happy 

I guess she found the difference 



And I thought about the joke 

Where the man keeps up his rotting wife 

She had maggots in her mouth 

I wonder if what she thought right now 



And then the car drove up 

And then the car drove up 

And I remember sleeping 

And I remember sleeping... 



And they wrapped her up and drove away 

And now I have this crazy fantasy... 



What if Sandy died in front of me?