In ’68 she’s told another baby is coming around

But in the spring of ’69 they said “your husband’s going down”

A summer morning brought a boy then almost 4 years to the day

A birthday celebration threaded with a trip to father’s grave

And only two Junes just before, at the end of any week

A seven-year-old son and brother had a heart that wouldn’t beat

Is this the end of it all (x4)

The six still had a mother, though he can’t recall her face

That’s when the memories looked like neighbors as the Beatles records played

With every window split wide open, every door neglect to close

There was this constant clear commotion from the moment he awoke

And then the older ones would stay while the younger had to leave

Now that a marriage set in motion an extraction from the scene

Is this the end of it all (x6)

(Interlude)

Everyone would have their children, some of those would have their own

But no one’s ever much for visits or talking on the phone

And when they gathered around their mother in a bed she never made

They got one lasting long reflection

Is this the end of it all (x11)