“Are you feeling very tired, dear?
Do you want me to be near?
Put your head upon the pillow
Let your cares fall off below.
“Excuse me,” while I turn the
Gaslight, down low.

“Should I call some-one for help, dear?
You’ve been feeling down all year.”
Maybe it’s just all the talking
That has brought you down so low.
“Excuse me,” while I turn the
Gaslight, down low.

“When we age we start to doubt, dear,”
“All that should have been so clear.”
It’s no good to go on ask-ing
So that you may never know.
“Excuse me,” while I turn the
Gaslight, down low.

“Does your vision start to fade, dear?”
“Is there some-thing that you fear?”
Let me ease your fin-al suff’ring,
As you feel your life let go.
“Excuse me” while I turn the
Gaslight, down low.