Lorraine

The kitchen smells like orange peels

Her stomach turns like a spinning wheel

Put the baby down in her little seat

You should rest now ma'am you should eat

It ain't right you been working all day

All us kids getting in your way

So she goes to bed as soon as the kitchen's clean

That don't mean a thing to you,

But it does to me...

Well I don't know if this part is true

How memories lie they way they do

But I can see her in our living room

With a smile on her face she's dancing to

Judy Garland, Carnegie Hall, Sunday April 23rd

She said her cousin had a balcony seat

That don't mean a thing to you,

But it does to me...

Oh Lord, am I good enough?

When this world spin as hard as it does

We both know how it shakes some people up

So how did you decide to give me so much love

She never said a word to me

About dying, about how she'd leave

In all her pain she would never cry

Me and my best friend Tina would ride our bikes

From Lelland Road up Daily Drive

We took a paper route one summer time

Tina's mom said I was part of the family

That don't mean a thing to you

But it does to me...

No one's had a bigger say

In who I am today.

I swear I've tried to be worthy of

The name they gave me when I was young,

But I ain't that pretty and I ain't that brave,

And my kids have seen me cry

They should have given her name to my sister Marie,

That don't mean a thing to you

But it does to me...