Big Black Cadillac

Dressed in white cotton
Staring at the phone
I was hiding in the attic
The day you left home
Mother, I thought I saw you looking back
But that big black Cadillac
Took you
Father is sleeping
Upright in his vest
I brush away the ashes
That collect on his chest
Oh, he still thinks that you’ve come back
That that big black Cadillac
Is turning 'round
Mother, I see you
But only in dreams
You put me in a basket
And you pushed me upstream
But I’m always drifting back
Where that big black Cadillac
Took you