Из альбома: Rhett Miller
Call it planet spins
The new unified government sleeps
The tidy pension accrues
She's the sum of the tchotchkes she keeps
She's a hundred years old tonight
In the spring of 2106
In the flickering of video light
Sometimes widow is the word that sticks
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday
As we all go spinning off into the sky
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday
Don't die
The planet is covered in steel
Yeah, the moon goes on wasting its light
While the widow is watching the reel
It won't keep her warmed at night
Her children are light years away
Asleep as the ships hurdle on
Where she once had a reason to stay
But her reason is long gone
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday
As we all go spinning off into the sky
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday
Don't die, don't die
She gave birth to seven grown men
Oh, and then they each had seven more
She would do it all over again
But the soles of her feet are sore
Nightfall is just an idea
It's suppertime when she succumbs
The tiny pension is real
Plays on although she is done
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday
As we all go spinning off into the sky
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday
Don't die, don't die, don't die