When The Sun Shines

I’m on the set of an unmade movie with Mary Gertrude Toovey
It’s on her tomb, she died in 1928.
Every day I take her lilies all the way from Piccadilly
But now they call me to move her to another grave.

Don’t leave me, I don’t want to let you go
Don’t leave me, I don’t want to let you go
Don’t leave me, I don’t want to let you go

I took a photograph to capture time.
When I saw the epitaph it made me cry. It read:

“Nothing really matters when the sun shines”

I miss telling her stories and the way she would ignore me
A captive audience that always understood

And one day I took a train with a plastic bag full of her remains
I took ‘em to her great grandson in Boreham Wood

Don’t leave me, I don’t want to let you go
Don’t leave me, I don’t want to let you go
Don’t leave me, I don’t want to let you go

And when he took her in, he spoke seven words
The greatest thing I’d ever heard He said:

“Nothing really matters when the sun shines”

Don’t leave me, I don’t want to let you go
Don’t leave me, I don’t want to let you go
Don’t leave me, I don’t want to let you go

“Nothing really matters when the sun shines”