They ain’t raised the rent since a democrat was president Last time they freed the roof from soggy leaves Bells line the sills, customer, our current resident Rainwater shooting from the eaves
No one cut the lawn since the uncles and the kids are gone Flew in last minute for the services Came with only carry-ons, three days then left for home at dawn Couldn’t stand the dust and dirty dishes
How will you know you are mourning? Will tears cascade like rain? Will grey, grey clouds give warning? Will the weather bring your pain?
As others wept you stayed upstairs and overslept Watched Johnny Carson as the wake went late What does he do all day? Do you believe the way this place is kept? You hear them criticize and castigate
But they weren’t here to witness birthdays, graduations missed So many years since we gave a shit about that lawn And that long, long list of clinics, shrinks and therapists So long before her grave she was gone
How will you know you are mourning? Will thunder make your plane? Will it first forebode then come stormin’? Low to precipitateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
