In my reoccurring dream cobblestone roadways lead me to my Grandma dear.
Made my turn at the old oak tree into the front door to my, to m’Grandma dear.
And across the Oriental rug into the kitchen. Water on.
To my, to m’Grandma dear.
Back to the screened, screened in porch in the noon sun.
We sat there lookin’, lookin’ out.
Back to a time when I was 8 playin’ pin the tail on the side of our house,
Back to a time when I was 10 standin’ in my Dad’s boat puttin’ up a tree house.
Back to a time up in that tree, poutin’ loud. Madeline sipping tea without me.
Back, back, back to all those times. Sittin’ in our porch chairs.
We sat there lookin’, lookin’ out.
Back to my first co-ed dance.
Long haired boy in a dark basement stuck his tongue in my mouth.
Back to the old public school. Transferred in silently.
They all dresses as they pleased.
And across from that old public school brick by brick stood the house
Where she used to live.
Back to the day that I left home.
Bottom of my luggage bag she stood framed lookin’ out.
In my reoccurring dream, I get up from the porch chair.
She stayed there lookin’ out.
After all, all these years she’s still there lookin’ out, lookin’ out, lookin’ out.
After all, all these years she’s still there lookin’ out, lookin’ out, lookin’ out.
After all, all these years sittin’ in her porch chair she’s still there lookin’ out...
Sittin’ in her porch chair she’s still there lookin’ out...
Sittin’ in her porch chair she’s still there lookin’ out...