The lady near the soft pink flowers

With story-telling wrinkles

She lays on her bed and stares ahead

But there's a tale in all scars and crinkles

Nobody sits as she spins a memory

Of her old, forgotten youth

They're looking at their picture screens

For all life's subtle truths

Remember when my feet could dance

Remember taffeta gowns, she says

Long summer days with no real troubles

Where time did not even exist

Listenin' to the AM radio

Riding in a convertible car

Remember, cuz if you forget

The smog will cover the stars

She lays alone in bed all day

She writes a thousand unread words

Her hands are shaky, her heart is steady

But her voice, so quietly unheard

Her days are numbered, she's not afriad

Of white pills and kindly lies

This lady is an amazon of lessons

To be taught before she dies

Remember when my feet could dance

Remember taffeta gowns, she says

Long summer days with no real troubles

Where time did not even exist

Listenin' to the AM radio

Riding in a convertible car

Remember, cuz if you forget

The smog will cover the stars

She nods her head and smiles soft

In her room of roses pink

Her words are laying open

To inspire all to think

The dying sun, it winks her way

This stillness soon it creeps

This lady knows her words will live

Through her eternal sleep

Remember when my feet could dance

Remember taffeta gowns, she says

Long summer days with no real troubles

Where time did not even exist

Listenin' to the AM radio

Riding in a convertible car

Remember, cuz if you forget

The smog will cover the stars