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I wrote a song
The lady near the soft pink flowers
With story-telling wrinkles
She lays on her bed and stares ahead
But there’s a tale in all scars and crinkles
Nobody sits as she spins a memory
Of her old, forgotten youth
They’re looking at their picture screens
For all life’s subtle truths
Remember when my feet could dance
Remember taffeta gowns, she says
Long summer days with no real troubles
Where time did not even exist
Listenin’ to the AM radio
Riding in a convertible car
Remember, cuz if you forget
The smog will cover the stars
She lays alone in bed all day
She writes a thousand unread words
Her hands are shaky, her heart is steady
But her voice, so quietly unheard
Her days are numbered, she’s not afriad
Of white pills and kindly lies
This lady is an amazon of lessons
To be taught before she dies
Remember when my feet could dance
Remember taffeta gowns, she says
Long summer days with no real troubles
Where time did not even exist
Listenin’ to the AM radio
Riding in a convertible car
Remember, cuz if you forget
The smog will cover the stars
She nods her head and smiles soft
In her room of roses pink
Her words are laying open
To inspire all to think
The dying sun, it winks her way
This stillness soon it creeps
This lady knows her words will live
Through her eternal sleep
Remember when my feet could dance
Remember taffeta gowns, she says
Long summer days with no real troubles
Where time did not even exist
Listenin’ to the AM radio
Riding in a convertible car
Remember, cuz if you forget
The smog will cover the stars
The lady near the soft pink flowers
With story-telling wrinkles
She lays on her bed and stares ahead
But there’s a tale in all scars and crinkles
Nobody sits as she spins a memory
Of her old, forgotten youth
They’re looking at their picture screens
For all life’s subtle truths
Remember when my feet could dance
Remember taffeta gowns, she says
Long summer days with no real troubles
Where time did not even exist
Listenin’ to the AM radio
Riding in a convertible car
Remember, cuz if you forget
The smog will cover the stars
She lays alone in bed all day
She writes a thousand unread words
Her hands are shaky, her heart is steady
But her voice, so quietly unheard
Her days are numbered, she’s not afriad
Of white pills and kindly lies
This lady is an amazon of lessons
To be taught before she dies
Remember when my feet could dance
Remember taffeta gowns, she says
Long summer days with no real troubles
Where time did not even exist
Listenin’ to the AM radio
Riding in a convertible car
Remember, cuz if you forget
The smog will cover the stars
She nods her head and smiles soft
In her room of roses pink
Her words are laying open
To inspire all to think
The dying sun, it winks her way
This stillness soon it creeps
This lady knows her words will live
Through her eternal sleep
Remember when my feet could dance
Remember taffeta gowns, she says
Long summer days with no real troubles
Where time did not even exist
Listenin’ to the AM radio
Riding in a convertible car
Remember, cuz if you forget
The smog will cover the stars