Oh how the clouds they float
Over the conoco parking lot the day you went insane
Back home you're talking to God
Probably pulling strings for your children
With Grandma, you told me it was helpful to say
That everything would be fine, and that it was okay
It was something you learned when Papa passed away
A year in our new place October of '98
I hold your hand and say it's okay
You know I don't believe it