And the last thing I'd recall Her body standing on the stove Sandy wiping her grey eyes I was pleased and frightened To see a grownup woman cry She blamed her housemaid for her mind But I think that they all knew it had to happen some time I had rushed home from school To see my favorite show And as it happened, it was deadly cold that day And as I peeled my mittens frozen to my wrists with snow I swore I heard a voice come from the living room And say "Oh, God Oh, God Oh... well" And when I peered into that room My little afternoon took sick Sandy hanging from the light Her Levis wrapped around her neck It was a sight to see Old Sandy finally seeing me And though she couldn't speak I had a sinking feeling that she would have said "Oh, darling... more mascara" She looked so peaceful in the air The lightbulb shining in her hair Her face was free It frightened me She looked happy I guess she found the difference And I thought about the joke Where the man keeps up his rotting wife She had maggots in her mouth I wonder if what she thought right now And then the car drove up And then the car drove up And I remember sleeping And I remember sleeping And they wrapped her up and drove away And now I have this crazy fantasy What if Sandy died in front of me?