Did I feed the cat today Is my son on holiday The more I think the less I say I try to stand but still I lay In my backyard I will stare At all the life coming my way Why should I leave I disobey Under the pine I want to stay And from my grave For you I'll pray You'll see all dead birds fly away I gave you my face Mine's turning grey Still I can hear you play Hear you play ♪ Did I feed the cat today Is my son on holiday The more I think the less I say Under the pine I want to stay And from my grave For you I'll pray You'll see all dead birds fly away I gave you my face Mine's turning grey Still I can hear you play Hear you play