This is a song inspired by, but not about, my wife’s mother.
The mail man is late today it’s lonely Not a lot to do or say it’s lonely And so she watches dreams go by Shadows of her life, she tries To feel those moments one more time Before they disappear It’s another restful afternoon For Helen in her chair The television’s always on in her room Lights are lit from dusk to dawn in her room And all her days are much the same Sunshine with a chance of rain She sees a world that’s full of pain And wonders everywhere There’s a lot of shifting attitudes For Helen in her chair The woman wonders where the time has gone All her seeds have grown and blown away The woman wonders if the time is all wrong It feels like only yesterday She’s seen so many come and go in her home Faces she will always know in her home Echoes of their voices ring from every wall And everything she has to help remind her There are lots of friends who care They are out there somewhere While Helen’s in her chair