Natural Situation

Tick, tick, tick, goes the clock

The room that you're in , room number 101, and there you are now

And you roll over on your side, and you wish that you had died, and you wish that it had happened a very long time ago

It's the natural situation of pain and circumstance

Of decisions made so very long ago for you

Where are you now? Dead on the ground

It's the natural situation, a cancer irritation

And it strikes every twelve seconds, like a metronome that never stops

Tick, tick, tick, nothing you can do

I remember when you said, someday you'd see me dead

Well, where are you now? Dead on the ground

And you think back to so very long ago

To someone you used to know

Someone, her name is Anatole, and now she's lying in the ground

And speaks without a sound

It's the natural situation, a cancer irritation, of time, time, time

That just so rudely runs right out on you

Tick, tick, tick, goes the clock

Six A.M. and the nurse opens the door, walks up to you

And all of your life, you thought you'd get away, for just one little day

The nurse looks down at you

And this is where you come to

24 years, just to lie in this bed

Look up at her, so very, very closely now, and ask her just this one time

?WHERE AM I NOW?!