Sitting in a room,
Waiting there they call your name
Into another room,
Where they tell you theres no pain,
Well you might not feel it now,
Youre just simplifying things,
Got out of hand somehow,
Until the matter rings, it rings.
Its gone, its gone.
Mary Anne lost her baby
And now it drives her crazy.
Since Mary Anne lost her baby,
Her whole world has gone crazy.
Walking through the store,
See the aisle, the nursery care
Could trigger off the horror
Of a life that once was there.
You dont know what it means.
Responsibilities.
Remove them with machines.
Until once again your free,
Youre free.
Its gone, its gone
Repeat Chorus.
Questions in her head,
As the forties pass her by,
And theres still no one in bed,
Just a big, fat, lonely why.
Spending life alone
When you could have had the joys
That make you carry on.
Now the furnished party toy in life
Is gone, yeah its gone.