If I could have any expectation
And looked back a generation
What would be the case?
My Grandmother died with the mind of a child
All she did was smile and couldn’t recognize my face
It’s sad but nothing more
I didn’t feel better than the time I did before
And in my head the feeling is coming
Coming closer
Closer all the time
Stronger though sublime
Now feel the rain wash away the sin and guilt
What’s left?
My window pane…,
I write her name in the steam from my breath
My Grandmother on my mom’s side was alone when she died
With her family that moved away
Who’s to say my mom’s not the same?
Living across the USA
Getting old and gray
It’s sad but nothing more
I didn’t feel better than the time I did before
And in my head the feeling is coming
Coming closer
Closer all the time
Stronger though sublime
Now feel the rain wash away the sin and guilt
What’s left?
My window pane…,
I write her name in the steam from my breath