Kathy played the tambourine
Just as she always did
She got it from the wooden box
The one without the lid.
She would play very gently
Though her timing went awry
She'd look out of the window
At the clear September sky

She was happy just to be there
She didn't know the reason why
She would play upon her tambourine
And look out at the clear September Skies
Kathy was the quiet type
Didn't have too much to say
She'd ask about the children
Send her love and then be on her way.
The bus was always late for her
She didn't seem to mind
She'd wait outside by the entrance hall
Easy for the driver to find

Kathy liked her colouring books
She could stay within the lines
But what she really loved to do the most
Paint the pictures in her mind
She would sit away from the others
Just far enough away
Pretending she was visiting her friends
She wasn't there to stay