She's Gone

They sat in an abandoned luncheonette Sipping imaginary cola And drawing faces in the tabletop dust His voice was rusty From years as a sergeant on "this man's army" He was old and crusty She was twenty when the diner was a baby He was the dishwasher, busy in the back His hands covered with gravy Hair black and wavy Brilliantine slick, a pot, cleaning dandy He was young and randy, yeah Day to day, to day, to day Then they were old, their lives wasted away Month to month, to year, to year They all run together, all run together Time measured by the peeling of paint On the luncheonette wall The old sat together in the empty diner Filled with cracked china Old news was blowing across the filthy floor And the sign on the door read (the sign on the door read) "This way out", that's all it said Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do, that's all it said Ooh, that's all it said Day to day, to day, to day Then they were old, their lives wasted away Month to month, and year to year (year to year) To month, to month, to month, and year to year (year to year) , day to day (Month to month) day to day (year to year), day to day (Month to month) day to day (year to year), day to day (Month to month) day to day (year to year), day to day (Month to month) day to day (year to year), day to day (Month to month) day to day (year to year), day to day