Gloria

Gloria

They find it easy to look right through you

And so do I

I walk you home cos you need me

To make it back for the six o’clock news

Gloria

I asked you about your children

To pass the time

You told me you’ve lived alone

Since you were a nurse in the war

And it seems the more you collect

The less there is to find

Could it be

The more you gather up

The more you’re left behind

Gloria’s steps are out of time

Born on the evening of Black Tuesday

There on the border of two small towns

Lost both her parents on the road

She was only six years old

Gloria

It’s hard to imagine

How you could have been so strong

And now the sun is setting low

You need someone to walk you home

Gloria

I’ll walk you home