For Sally

[Verse 1]
And I saw
The canisters first
And then I heard your voice
Through the tubes you complained
They cluttered up your room
The smell I could never place
With your perfume from Sunday
You asked us how we were
And how was the trip up

[Verse 2]
Postcards and photographs
We talk of foreign trips
And the time before he passed
He was a good man
And then I saw your face
Just like it was those days
But I write this on a plane
I won't see you again