And the last thing I'd recall
Her body standing on the stove
Sandy wiping her grey eyes
I was pleased and frightened
To see a grownup woman cry
She blamed her housemaid for her mind
But I think that they all knew it had to happen some time

I had rushed home from school
To see my favorite show
And as it happened, it was deadly cold that day
And as I peeled my mittens frozen to my wrists with snow
I swore I heard a voice come from the living room
And say

"Oh, God
Oh, God
Oh... well"

And when I peered into that room
My little afternoon took sick
Sandy hanging from the light
Her Levis wrapped around her neck

It was a sight to see
Old Sandy finally seeing me
And though she couldn't speak
I had a sinking feeling that she would have said
"Oh, darling... more mascara"

She looked so peaceful in the air
The lightbulb shining in her hair
Her face was free
It frightened me
She looked happy
I guess she found the difference

And I thought about the joke
Where the man keeps up his rotting wife
She had maggots in her mouth
I wonder if what she thought right now

And then the car drove up
And then the car drove up
And I sleeping
And I sleeping

And they wrapped her up and drove away
And now I have this crazy fantasy

What if Sandy died in front of me?