Volunteer The Weepies

My lover left me, she left me too soon
I shouldn't blame her for the state of my room
I started stumbling, chasing the bells
The metal straps upon my knees made this sound when I fell
And you heard those words from your peers
I was just your volunteer

We love Uncle Georgie, Uncle Georgie's our friend
He spends his life fishing, washes dishes weekends
And I tried to say something sincere
"Sign me up, I'll volunteer"

My father left us, he left us too soon
I thought he'd say something but he waltzed from the room
All I remember is my hands at my sides
The face of a woman who once was his bride
All that he left us was tears
And a couple of lonely volunteers
All that he left her was tears
And a couple of lonely volunteers

Now we look for Sister Mary, Sister Mary's the pale
She holds her head sometimes and walks close to the rail
She sings on a Sunday, stands in the church
Haunts me at night time when I've forgotten my prayers
And we don't see much of her here
That winter-weary volunteer