Patty lives up in the attic nownHer feet rarely touching the groundnHaunted by waltzes with HarrynHarry's hat hanging here in the hallnnMemories fading for patty nownThere’s nothing and no one to trustnJust the tick and the tocknOf the damnable clocknAs the world that she does turns to dustnnPatty stays up in her attic nownIn silence except for the soundnOf the tick and the tock nOf the damnable clock nWhile the world that she knows disappearsnnDrinking in riddlesnWaving to trainsnWaving to trains that no longer runnThinking in riddlesnAnd waving to trainsnWaving to trains that no longer run