The dawn it screams in anger
How can it now be true?
How can the hope that dangled
Briefly
Be sewn with weeds anew?
The False Widow smiles insanely
Her web is woven tight
The Puppet Master dances
Madly
Until there is no fight
The morning conjures bleakly
How quickly life can change
They measured their options
Clearly
Behind the kitchen range
The False Widow smiles insanely
Her web is woven tight
The Puppet Master dances
Madly
Until there is no fight
The noontime sun advances
Their motives are quite clear
The marionette now stands
Sadly
Looking beyond the frozen sphere
The False Widow smiles insanely
Her web is woven tight
The Puppet Master dances
Madly
Until there is no fight
So evening calls more quietly
A vague hope it still clings
Touching love and life
Sincerely
And cutting webs and strings
The False Widow smiles insanely
Her web is woven tight
The Puppet Master dances
Madly
Until there is no fight
So dust the broom in moonlight
Keep it clean and new
The way ahead still lies
Clearly
Until morning’s early dew
No Time to Think 