Sitting in
the funeral parlor
On the night before the day
Think I might have left the stove on
Think I might have left the door unlocked
I don’t know if the stores will all be closed
When I get out
I don’t know if the chores will all be done
When I get home
Sitting in the funeral parlor
Listen to the organ play
What if I forgot the trash cans
What if I forgot to telephone
I don’t know if I wrote the number down
In my book
I don’t know if I can stand to stay here
One more second
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