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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 mâGrandma dear.
And across the Oriental rug into the kitchen. Water on.
To my, to mâGrandma dear.
Back to the screened, screened in porch in the noon sun.
We sat there lookinâ, lookinâ out.
Back to a time when I was 8 playinâ pin the tail on the side of our house,
Back to a time when I was 10 standinâ in my Dadâs boat puttinâ up a tree house.
Back to a time up in that tree, poutinâ loud. Madeline sipping tea without me.
Back, back, back to all those times. Sittinâ in our porch chairs.
We sat there lookinâ, lookinâ 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 lookinâ out.
In my reoccurring dream, I get up from the porch chair.
She stayed there lookinâ out.
After all, all these years sheâs still there lookinâ out, lookinâ out, lookinâ out.
After all, all these years sheâs still there lookinâ out, lookinâ out, lookinâ out.
After all, all these years sittinâ in her porch chair sheâs still there lookinâ out...
Sittinâ in her porch chair sheâs still there lookinâ out...
Sittinâ in her porch chair sheâs still there lookinâ out...