text: Come on, Gwen. Where’ve you been?
  Are you feeling right? You got so thin
  What sets you running when you hear us coming?
  You can’t hide from a landslide
  Maryanne, still so young. New Year’s Eve, in ’91
  You held his hand and looked around
  You could take that chain down
  You could take that chain down
  Bleeding heart and clover blooming, roses on the vine
  When it’s raining hard, darkness glooming
  I could change my mind
  I could change my mind
  Come on, Jean. You’ve got to get up
  Let’s comb that hair. You’re looking rough
  The nurse is coming, she’ll bring you something
  You could put your foot down
  You could put your foot down
  You could put your foot down