Lyrics

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
No, her second childhood
Isn't one bit of fun

She was part of my family
She once held a place
Now we're the family of strangers
Can't put our names to our face
Still she's happy to see us
She's so glad when we come
'Cause her second childhood
Isn't one bit of fun

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
Get all mixed up in her head
She finds herself thinking
My poor old grampa ain't dead
We carried him to the graveyard
In 1981
No, her 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
Leakin' out of that old lady's head
There was guilt there was anger
Over what can't be undone
Her second childhood
Wasn't one bit of fun

Copyright 1996