She is old, yes very old As she contemplates her nap She knows damn well that if she sleeps It just might be the last So she lay with her eyes affixed And slowly drifts away Her life's been rough and sure enough She is never to awake Gone, she has gone away Gone to a better place
For one last time she dreams the dream Of being very young Back to when her days were full of beauty And her nights were full of love As her beauty did fade She got pushed and shoved Into a corner Like the Ugly Duck that no one wants And nobody wants you