The light draws squares on the floor, my dinner's all over my shirt

Does it all make sense, they shake like crazy but I can't move my hands

Don't squeeze your arms around my neck so hard, I'm an old lady falling apart

Does it all make sense, I want to hug you but I can't use my hands

Rolled up the scenery in the deepest of my memory

Colors go by slow wild like a rodeo

All the places I lived in moving houses in a bus ride

Star-lit sky evenings and the men I don't like

Days in the city days in the countryside

Hours alone dreaming a lifetime with you on my side

Field flowers of my youth their smell all over you

In your eyes, around the kitchen too

I'm waiting in my blue classy dress and the sound of the heat rubbing off on me

Does it all make sense, when I see you waving by the door with your hand