From the recording Where I'm From
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