A funeral procession, a gloomy, wretched day,
Heads hung in mourning, as all to rest, we lay...

I heard her cry,
I ran to her...

I cried,
You laughed...

You mended me that day
That snowy Friday night...

It only happens when I'm down,
Only when I wear this frown...

I put my worm on the hook,
I draw back and then spring out...