Death, At The Kitchen Table

I found death, sitting at my kitchen table
Sipping coffee, skimming through the morning paper
And he said I kept him waiting
And if I had a good night's rest
He looked washed out in the morning sunlight
And I wanted him to leave, but I was raised to be polite
So I made him a plate of eggs and bacon
And if he wanted toast to go with that
He said: it isn't easy, being in this profession
It isn't easy to see the misery I cause
Well, it's a dirty job, someone's gotta do it
Living isn't free here, you know, it comes with a cost
You know you are a rare one
A girl who's never lost

You were in the sun all day
Wasting your time, lying dreaming
Let the radio play, hey hey
Never saw a spot of grey,
But now you find yourself on the freeway
Hey! And it's going to rain

So he finished his plate, and he thanked me for the invitation
Said it's nice to see some civil behaviour
You never know it with these youths
Always glad to see me go
Then he tipped his head, and he said
That he would see me later
And I dropped his empty plate
Because my hands were shaking, yeah
But I could not shake this feeling of something changing

I was in the sun all day
Wasting your time, lying dreaming
Let the radio play, hey hey
Never saw a spot of grey
But now I find myself on the freeway
Hey! And it's going to rain