It was six o'clock when I found out you diednWhat was I supposed to saynI got off the phone went upstairs and I criednForty years had gone awaynnNow we'll gather round the photosnChildren smile and laugh at times better than thesenAnd we are caught without pretensionnNo one's here to show us how it's supposed to bennI got off work at a quarter after ninenHeaded over straight awaynOn a crowded subway thought I overheardnDid you read the stats today?nnNow we'll gather round the photosnChildren smile and laugh at times better than thesenAnd we are caught without pretensionnNo one's here to show us how it's supposed to bennAnd we could preparenFor darkness followed by my doorstepsnAnd we could not preparenFor darkness followed by my doorsteps