A Note

She slips him a note, he shows her his teeth
She zips up her coat, he goes to the streets
He gets on the bus, finds an empty seat
He reads in a rush as it begins to sleet
And it says, "Darling, darling, what, oh, what have we done?
Who, oh, who have we become?
Where did we go wrong?
You treat me fine, but you make me cry til I can't breathe.
And if it weren't for this kid, I would probably leave."
He wakes up at 6, she's still asleep
And he builds a fire
The rain falls in sheets
He stares at the clock, the carpool's late
We should leave here at 7 to get there by 8
He turns on the TV as he picks up the phone
The first thing he sees is a man weeping alone
Crying, "Jesus, Jesus, savior, what have we done?
Who, oh, who have we become?
Where did we go wrong?
You treat me fine, but you make me cry til I can't breathe.
And if it weren't for her, I would probably leave."
She's 71, he's 73
And they rent a house down by the sea
She drops him off and he makes some cash
He takes a cab home, finds her on her back
Staring at the fan, breath stuck in her throat
She takes his hand and she slips in a note
And it says, "Why, oh, why do we come so fast and then disappear?
Where, oh, where do we go after that, after here?
No, I know that this is not for me to see.
When I go promise that you'll follow me."