Walking through a familiar grid
For sensations of last June
Mrs. Smith is so sad, I can't even feel bad
When thinking of the pain she endures
And everyone says what a shame
But I guess she's to blame
I know how you've been feeling today
I've seen death with brighter smiles
You've been looking so sad
You know that I feel bad when thinking of the pain we endure
And everyone says it's a shame
But I guess I'm to blame