Patty lives up in the attic now 
Her feet rarely touching the ground 
Haunted by waltzes with Harry 
Harry's hat hanging here in the hall 

Memories fading for patty now 
There's nothing and no one to trust 
Just the tick and the tock 
Of the damnable clock 
As the world that she does turns to dust 

Patty stays up in her attic now 
In silence except for the sound 
Of the tick and the tock 
Of the damnable clock 
While the world that she knows disappears 

Drinking in riddles 
Waving to trains 
Waving to trains that no longer run 
Thinking in riddles 
And waving to trains 
Waving to trains that no longer run