baby's gone she ain't comin' back
hand me the bucket and the rag
a train it rolls on down the track
hand me the bucket and the rag
lonelyness is a heavy kind of chain
it's a heavy kind of chain to drag
clouds a-gather and it's fixing to rain
hand me the bucket and the rag
a tree falls in the forest
and there's noone around
there's noone around to hear a branch crack
so the heart it breaks without a sound
hand me the bucket and the rag
they say life goes on
the planets they still revolve around the sun
the sun it still grows
everybody know
in six billion years it will implode
baby's gone she ain't comin' back
hand me the bucket and the rag
train still rolls on down the track
hand me the bucket and the rag

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