Low Down Low

Neighbors come, into our kitchen

Bring finger rolls, pastry and consolation

I take off the plastic wrap

And my tears fall

Low down lowI 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 lowNo tomorrow coming down

It's coming down lowWall 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