Why do you turn your head, mother,
And why do tear drops fall?
And why do you crumple that note the fire on
And say it is nothing at all?
I woke to voices late last night,
I heard an engine roar.
Why do you tell me the things I heard
Were a dream and nothing more?
I heard somebody cry, mother
In anger or in pain,
But now I ask you why, mother,
You say it was a gust of rain.
Why do you wonder about as though
You don't know what to do?
What has happened to Lulu, mother?
What has happened to Lu?