Mrs. Oblivion is slowly turning grey
never throws a thing away
Her life's a sad old song that's full of spleen
her future is her past and reality dream
Mrs. Oblivion a pathetic old bird
aimlessly flying through the world
busy building bridges to the past
feeding on the though that did not last
Ref.
She sits and contemplates why she's all alone
Looks out the window-pane Where do the people go?
Mrs. Oblivion looking back
steps inside her long lost tracks
The pages in her phonebook turning grey
Tomorrow is just never and yesterday's today
Ref.
She sits and contemplates . . .
Mrs. Oblivion knows our kind
She sees her faithful husband Time
casting everybody in that same old scene
Our future is our past and our reality dream