In this empty room

one, two, three, babies at your door

and when he lets you down

you know where you can go

you know where to find me

shiny black my hair-do

walking in the cemetery at dusk, song trails in my thoughts

I'm going to set up my music studio here, in this empty room

visions of apocalypse and dust,  tonight again I'm gonna put on my makeup, belts and boots 

while you sing lullabies in your baby's room

while the other children at your feet scurry to the play room

visions of sunflowers wither and bloom miles between us

smiling thinking of days beyond us

and who knows what is to come

so your belly grows, how many more babies at your door?

do you know I will be here when he goes?

waiting for you dancing in my tall black boots

I will be the one to save you

Still dancing alone in this empty room