Last Tuesday, when I was a child and my mother came home from the hospital She seemed to not want me to leave her but somebody needed to take the dog outside I never returned from the front yard where I've stood for a lifetime sinking into the lawn And who could know That it would be the last time? Who could know? Oh, everybody knows It's often the last time Oh, everybody knows That everyday is always the last day It's that day This Tuesday, I spoke to my father who asked me how I often did I walk the dog I hadn't the heart to tell him that he'd been dead for longer than he'd been alive Nobody knows me when I go back to my old street The grass has grown over what remains of the rope Oh, everybody knows That what is gone is gone, oh, always