G C
Looked death in the eye today, on a 3:50 flight,
D C G
She was pail and decrepit, sure was a sight. 
G C
She wore an elaborate headdress and, sandals too tight, 
D C-Run G
She was a baby to her mother, she was an angel in flight.

Em Am D G
She goes on, into the night. Helped into bed and turns out the light.
G C
Today will been the last time, she covers her head, cuz tomorrow I’ll be
D C-Run G
back home and she will be dead.

I’d been dressing my wounds, and pacing along,
Heard a lifeless cover of an old John Prine song,
She left before I met her, wasn’t there long.
I thought she might have it better, but I knew I was wrong.

Em Am D G
She goes on, into the night. Helped into bed and turns out the light.
G C
Today will been the last time, she covers her head, cuz tomorrow I’ll be
D C-Run G
back home and she will be dead.

Her mom fights along , in lime green t-shirt.
Trying not to show how much all of this hurts,
She asked all the doctors and cancer experts, 
How to make lemonade out of stale scotch and dirt.

Em Am D G
She goes on, into the night. Helped into bed and turns out the light.
G C
Today will been the last time, she covers her head, cuz tomorrow I’ll be
D C-Run G
back home and she will be dead.

Her daddy is in Boston, watching a game.
In some other lifetime he’d be going insane.
But you only get one lifetime , ain’t it a shame.
So she tries to forget him, and we all board that plane.

Em Am D G
She goes on, into the night. Helped into bed and turns out the light.
G C
Today will been the last time, she covers her head, cuz tomorrow I’ll be
D C-Run G
back home and she will be dead.

Today we are both here, terminal 3.
We’ll never know at all, what she could have meant to me.
Tomorrow rest your shaved head on a pillow, be free.
And sleep your way to heaven, and eat from his tree.