Neighbors come, into our kitchen   Bring finger rolls, pastry and consolation   I take off the plastic wrap   And my tears fall   Low down low      I walk room to room   They don't feel right yet   You left your car keys, pocketbook, and cigarettes   I prop your pillow and pull the shades   Low down low      No tomorrow coming down   It's coming down low      Wall clock pendulum   Swings slow and heavy   Sun crawls in I gotta make myself ready   Black dress with pearls hanging on the door   Low down low      Long line of cars parked on the hill   I can't let you go and I can't stand still   Drain my soul   And watch them lay your body   Low down low