I read her death notice today

By chance caught a glimpse of her name on a back page

Sandwiched between a textile worker

And the daughter of a wealthy man

I read her death notice today

I stared at the face on the page

She's too young. It's not true. Must be wrong. No it's true.

Oh, dear God.  I'm confused 'cause it's old news

Her maiden name was

I can't pronounce it.

She left behind two daughters and an architect.

You can check.

We were friends

Catherine

To the bitter end.

We were friends

Catherine.

Can't believe I won't see you again.

I read her death notice today

Of those that attended the grave

The eulogy read there was quite beyond compare

I read her her death notice today

For those that must carry the weight

For all those awaiting their date with their maker

A man of God gave his own reasons

Why mere mortals cannot comprehend

Pass the gin

We were friends

Catherine

To the bitter end

We were friends

Catherine

Can't believe I won't see you again

Can't believe I won't see you, my friend

You would laugh at it all in the end

Words and music by Hector Saldana and David Saldana. Copyright 2007.