Cylinders were silhouetted up against the sky
"Sunset makes the Maybellines look lavender," she sighed
"I guess she's right," I barely thought and then I turned and said
"Was it murder that had hurt her or something that I said?"

They said it was a woman's weapon, small enough to hide
Inside a simple pocketbook or underneath a bride
"Could it be, my son, that she slipped into suicide?
I do not think her thoughtlessness was always bonafide"

"I guess she's right", I thought again and then I heard her say
"She was never on your side, but simply in the way
Let it go for it is over, I will take your hand
And we will watch our willows wave and wait for wonderland"