The TV is loud She can barely hear her thoughts A notebook with names She might have heard Of The curtains are closed And her daylight hides It's early spring And she forgets who her husband was Tell me all the stories I've heard a thousand times A 1001, 1002, 1003 I'll bear them for you A 1001, 1002, 1003 I'll keep them for you The TV is loud She can barely hear me talk She holds my hand She won't believe a word They're all strange, they stole her purse People trying to help Will only make it worse Tell me all the stories I've heard a thousand times A 1001, 1002, 1003 I'll bear them for you A 1001, 1002, 1003 I'll keep them for you Soon sitting on her timeless throne She will be home soon I will stay, when she goes Soon sitting on her timeless throne She will be home soon I will stay, when she goes