Lucy Kaplansky - Song For Molly Lyrics
Molly's sitting on her bedIt's Sunday afternoonRadio's playing outsideTV bleeds from the next roomAntiseptic in the airNurses laughing down the hallCrooked feet in crooked shoesHer wooden cane against the wallIt's Sunday but her Sunday clothesAre packed away somewhereShe doesn't need them anymoreNothing to look her best forI'm thirteen, I'm with with my motherShe doesn't know my nameI remind her I'm LucyBut she looks at me the sameLike I'm a stranger she should rememberFrom a place she can't returnWe've only just walked inShe says we've stayed too longToo proud to be rememberedAs a mother without a homeOh, it's time to goOh, it's time to goIt's a dirty trick this growing oldWe walk the halls anywayMy mother holds her armShe's pleading with us to leaveSo we walk her to her roomAnd we drive through the old neighborhoodThe grand homes of the South SideSo many are abandoned nowSo many lifetimes locked insideAnd at the dinner tableIt's my parents and meI sneak looks at the two of themTo see what they need from meAnd later she calls me overWhere she sits aloneShe's polishing a silver ringI've never seen beforeShe says this was Molly'sIt was her mother's ringI'm keeping it for youAs she kept it for meOh, it's time to goOh, it's time to goIt's a dirty trick this growing oldI'm told Molly was so proud to haveAnother baby girlHer only granddaughterBut I don't rememberThis is what I remember
