Lavina

Sending post cards for a dime

It fills the day

Occupies her time

Lavina sits alone in a chair

She doesn't speak or write

Of any despair

And you don't know what that's like

You don't know what that's like

Fall so hard to stand up

The pain she cannot hide

No, you don't know what that's like

The years have crippled her right inside

She has her friends

She has her pride

Maybe later her pa

Can go for a ride tonight

Now wouldn't that be nice

And you don't know what that's like

You don't know what that's like

Fall so hard to stand up

The pain she cannot hide

No, you don't know what that's like

Frail heart

Frail heart

Frail heart

Yeah yeah