She is too old to care   Why not just leave her there?   We'll see her once a week   If we have the time, we'll speak   This is the sunset of your life      The old ones like to claw and clutch   Be careful not to offer much   They understand the fist and crutch   Their skin like leather to the touch   This is the sunset of your life      The empty mile, the frozen face   The drooling child humiliates   If I were you, I think I'd die   Here in the sunset of my life      The long and lonely night has just begun   This withered witch cannot be you   There will be no sun