Patty lives up in the attic now   Her feet rarely touching the ground   Haunted by waltzes with Harry   Harry's hat hanging here in the hall      Memories fading for patty now   There’s nothing and no one to trust   Just the tick and the tock   Of the damnable clock   As the world that she does turns to dust      Patty stays up in her attic now   In silence except for the sound   Of the tick and the tock    Of the damnable clock    While the world that she knows disappears      Drinking in riddles   Waving to trains   Waving to trains that no longer run   Thinking in riddles   And waving to trains   Waving to trains that no longer run