There is a car parked, in the dark
With it's motor running
The driver has gone
Where he intended to go
Oh Honey, I'm home
Please come see me
I'm waiting for you
Behind a black garage door
The neighbors crowd around her
And watch her as she cries
Seeing two men with a stretcher
And a sheet pulled over his head
A policeman asks some questions
And everyone says they're sorry
As if they were all to blame
But she knows who's to blame
The children see her smiling
Alerted by an odor
Her nude body swinging
Behind a black garage door