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she is a mother who gave me a father
her name is norma jean bill was a deacon after he quit drinking he married her when she was sixteen he moved her out west when the greatest depression chased them, they escaped by the skin of their teeth i watched him adore her, do everything for her he carried her purse, and he watched her sleep 64 times they circled sun til he shot off the earth like a rubber band gun her soul folded up like a thin paper plane waiting for takeoff to see him again the man of her dreams, the man in her dreams i’m a granddaughter who lost my grandfather my name is lindsay ann meaningless moments turn into memories he picked me up from school in a mercury sedan what I’ll most miss is the forehead kisses cause I grew up taller than my family tree he left me a lesson that kindness is best you can survive a hard life with no enemies 32 times we circled the sun til he shot off the earth like a rubber band gun i got no right to complain, no reason to cry he told me to relax, let the world go by the man of my dreams (repeat) the man in my dreams
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*co-written with Veronica May
(in standard key - different than recording) Verse: C Am Dm G // C Bb A Dm G G7 Chorus: F C Am Em F // F C-B-Am Dm G C Bridge: Em F Em F G // C E7 Am C // Dm D7 G G7 Last Chorus: F C Am Em F // F C-B-A7 Dm G C // Dm G C somewhere out in Colorado upon the plains thirty miles east of Denver where it barely rains there's an old abandoned house down on fetzer st. where music used to rise out of the ivory piano keys flower patterned wallpaper withered all away grandpa's black boots faded all to gray closet full of dresses that grammy always wore and a square cut in the carpet leading to cellar door beyond the cellar door the shelves are all reserved for rows and rows of mason jars filled up with preserves the memories remain though life lives there no more bottle up, just like the jam beyond the cellar door grandpa played the fiddle though his fingers were too wide mama sang with grammy side by side now the air is still and stale, the fiddle's in its case ain't it sad how so much nothing can fill up so much space seven in the morning, 1959 breakfast on the table, the house was in its prime grandpa zips his black boots up to start his daily chores while grammy places another jar beyond the cellar door like the square cut in that carpet there's two now in the ground rows and rows just like those just like any other town i know my time will come and i wonder what's in store beyond this life beyond the grave beyond the cellar door *2nd/3rd verses co-written with Veronica May (1st verse and choruses cover Gospel song of the same name - Lindsay's grandparents Ollie & Bethel can be heard in recording)
a land removed from sickness pain and sorrow no death, no theft, no aching, no more greed no sad goodbyes but only glad reunions oh this is just what heaven means to me what will it be, when we get over yonder and join the throng upon the glassy sea to greet our loved ones and sing with them forever oh this is just what heaven means to me a people that have minds of understanding and eyes that follow suit in what they see they follow all the passages on love oh this is just what heaven means to me a swaying eucalyptus on the hillside where lovebirds sit and sing their melody surrounded by the people who we love most oh this is just what heaven means to me *Co-write with Veronica May. (first verse lyrics corrected - we got it backwards in the video) she was late to church one day and they need someone had to play so he picked up her guitar right when she pulled up in her car bethel and ollie met that day they were full of love (bethel and ollie) they were full of light (bethel and ollie) he was more than a husband (bethel and ollie) she was more than a wife (true love) they were true to their vows (bethel and ollie) til the day the died (always falling) bethel and ollie always falling into love he tended to their fields as she tended to their home they intended to give love and had five children of their own camping in the summers, cotton in the spring and in the fall they were falling when my grandpa died, i think he might have taken happiness with him everything turned gray, colors washed away god refused to listen when my mom and dad finally got so sad they had to end their union it opened up my eyes, made me realize they are only human people say that love is the only answer but i know they’ve got to be wrong because this love’s my only question where is my love, why is it gone? when i left my home, i felt so alone fair weather friends turned their backs such a scary thought to go from having a lot to living out of plastic bags now i feel so strange and i know it will change who i am forever knocks the wind from me, brings me to my knees turns me into a beggar |
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