Leafy lane, well, isn’t it supposed to be that way?
Just look out the window, though how many memories can one see?
In a box, all alone, with just depression, counting, though never up
Resigned to a single life, whatever is left of it
Knowing there is absolutely no way out and no way back

Yes, they have the services, yes, they have the care, and yes there are others
Laid to rest, laid bare of all ambition, laid out cold by confusion
Sitting, mostly sitting, or pushing an old body in and out of feeding times
Playing games that are completely meaningless, to pass more time
Spoken to like the child they have become once again

It’s all very nice, it’s all very clean, it’s all so surreal
Pigs in a pen, not cows in a field, although role reversal is quite possible
Seeing out tomorrow, today, with all the will of yesterday
Completely unaware of anything other then self preservation
Anxious to be removed from this castle filled with hapless memories