When I think of my grandmother I think of wheelchairs and yarn And I think of how far she could have gone If she hadn't lost her mind Because she fell down and hit her head All her hopes and dreams are now dead.
She can't even remember the name of her favorite song Which was by Bob Dylan, called Going, Going, Gone. She used to be able to cook greater than anyone else Too bad she doesn't even know she still lives in her house.
She can't drive a car, or spend time with me For she lost her mind in May of '03. I wish my grandmother was still here to stay But now all her memory has gone away.
I miss her like the moon misses the sun For now we can never have any fun. She just sits there all day and stares blankly away At something that we'll never be able to see For she lost her mind in May of '03.
