From the recording Where I'm From

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My mother had dementia. The last 10 to 12 months of her life she was not aware of much, it was a terrible thing to witness.

Lyrics

You Don’t Live Here Anymore
Grass outside has grown so tall.
Aged cracks on mortared walls.
Haunted view through broken pane.
Yellowed walls from rain drop stains

This house was once a home,
Now vacant and alone.
I’m standing at your door.
But you don’t live here anymore

Torn down shades and lights turned out.
Fireplace cold, trash thrown about.
Stale dust and old perfume,
Like ghost dance around this room.

This house was once a home,
Now vacant and alone.
I’m standing at your door.
But you don’t live here anymore

What do you see? what do you know?
If you’re here it doesn’t show.
I’m standing at your door.
But you don’t live here anymore.
I’m here knocking on your door.
But you don’t live here anymore