Words and Music by Margie Adam
She sits in her room
Waiting by the telephone
She’s been up since dawn
She has her favorite outfit on
And oh – the time goes slow
And oh – no place to go
And oh – the time goes slowly by
They brought her to this place
She can’t remember when it was
They stood out by the car
They wouldn’t look her in the face
And oh – the time goes slow
And oh – no place to go
And oh – the time goes slowly by
She can’t remember what she’s done
That made a stranger of her only son
That he would bring her to this lonely place
Where she is sitting in this lonely room.
She ventures from her chair
She steps into a sunlit time
A woman takes her hand
And gently brushes back her hair
And oh – her time has come and gone
This place goes on and on
And time goes slowly by
© Labyris Music Co. 1990
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