Last Tuesday, when I was a child and my mother came home from the hospital

She seemed to not want me to leave her but somebody needed to take the dog outside

I never returned from the front yard where I've stood for a lifetime sinking into the lawn

And who could know

That it would be the last time?

Who could know?

Oh, everybody knows

It's often the last time

Oh, everybody knows

That everyday is always the last day

It's that day

This Tuesday, I spoke to my father who asked me how I often did I walk the dog

I hadn't the heart to tell him that he'd been dead for longer than he'd been alive

Nobody knows me when I go back to my old street

The grass has grown over what remains of the rope

Oh, everybody knows

That what is gone is gone, oh, always