Woman on a bench
Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 3:46 pm
Who is that crazy woman,
As I drive past day by day?
Sitting there all wooden:
Not a word she'll ever say.
Her hair all grey and matted:
Her clothes, the same she'll wear,
Who is that crazy woman,
Does anybody care?
Her house must be a shambles,
Her garden's fully of brambles,
I tried to listen as she'd ramble,
On about how life's a gamble.
Who is that crazy woman?
As people stand and stare.
Do they even know her name,
Does ANYBODY care?
As I drive past day by day?
Sitting there all wooden:
Not a word she'll ever say.
Her hair all grey and matted:
Her clothes, the same she'll wear,
Who is that crazy woman,
Does anybody care?
Her house must be a shambles,
Her garden's fully of brambles,
I tried to listen as she'd ramble,
On about how life's a gamble.
Who is that crazy woman?
As people stand and stare.
Do they even know her name,
Does ANYBODY care?