Work around the clock no place to find time for herself

No quiet Catherine corner to retire with a drink

The shops they are so crowded she can’t see the empty shelves

Waiting for the evening at the kitchen sink

Sleep above the textbook telling you to get ahead

No quiet Catherine corner with the things you never had

Dreaming global stardom with the songs on your guitar

This is what you do & who you are

It isn’t fair I hear a shout, all obsessed with just the wish

To let thoughts run free, it is understood that they can

In Catherineland

The garden’s merit long ago is where I was

If I could sum them up now one by one

Silence at the dinnertable, nothing to discuss

All the buildings dear to me are gone