Husband and wife were married Underneath the steeple of the church in the town they were born On the way home from the American Cathedral The wife tore her wedding gown on a thorn Husband bent down For he had brought a thread and needle For exactly this purpose I'm sure He showed he could sew The wife then knocked a little beetle of the suit He had only once worn They were sleepy people for the rest of their lives When they think of this time, oh, they laugh then they cry And I kinda know why ♪ Husband went on to get a good job As a banker in a cubicle from nine-to-five Dreamed of the day he'd be moved to the corner office Where he could work in a room with sunlight Five years along, their son was born with ten good fingers He grew up watching his parents survive Boy didn't belong But he decided just to linger to observe his parents staying alive He watched the sleepy people waste the rest of their lives Thinking only of the memories on which they rely To bring them any delight And the boy was 45 before he realized That he's just waiting to die