Call it planet spins The new unified government sleeps The tidy pension accrues She's the sum of the tchotchkes she keeps
She's a hundred years old tonight In the spring of 2106 In the flickering of video light Sometimes widow is the word that sticks
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday As we all go spinning off into the sky Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday Don't die
The planet is covered in steel Yeah, the moon goes on wasting its light While the widow is watching the reel It won't keep her warmed at night
Her children are light years away Asleep as the ships hurdle on Where she once had a reason to stay But her reason is long gone
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday As we all go spinning off into the sky Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday Don't die, don't die
She gave birth to seven grown men Oh, and then they each had seven more She would do it all over again But the soles of her feet are sore
Nightfall is just an idea It's suppertime when she succumbs The tiny pension is real Plays on although she is done
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday As we all go spinning off into the sky Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday Don't die, don't die, don't die