Chris-vocal and guitar
Lyrics
Second Childhood
(Written by Christopher Miller/copyright 1994
She used to talk a blue streak
Now she don't say a word
In the mirror is someone
Someone who used to be her
It's in the back of her mind
It's on the tip of her tongue
This second childhood
Isn't one bit of fun
She was a part of our family
She once held a place
Now we're the family of strangers
Can't put our names to to our face
Still she's happy to see us
She's so glad when we come
Cause this second childhood
Isn't one bit of fun
Bridge:
She fingers her rosary
While the Death Angel stares
She can't remember her name
But she remembers her prayers
Does God need a Miracle Ear?
It's like he can't hear
The past and the present
Are all mixed up in her head
She finds herself thinking
My poor old grampa ain't dead
We carried him the the graveyard
In nineteen eighty one
No this second childhood
Isn't one bit of fun
I watched Mama suffer
Til my poor gramma was dead
She tried to pour back the memories
That leaked out of that old lady's head
And there was guilt there was anger
Over what can't be undone
This second childhood
Wasn't one bit of fun