Works Progress Administration Remember Well
Waiting by the stair
The years have caught up with her
Oh God, it's cold down there
If only she could see the light
This late December night
Once I asked her name
And I could see her searching
No words, her eyes explain
If she could, she would tell
But she don't remember well
We wear our wounds for all to see
The reasons for our memories
Oh what happens when they go?
Are they healed or are they bleeding slow?
She can see so clear
The changing world around her
But the passing of the years
Is faded with the failing light
This late December night
We wear our wounds for all to see
The reasons for our memories
Oh what happens when they go?
Are they healed or are they bleeding slow?
