oh she would not know
standing there throwing her rose down
this strange man stood at the back
of her too young gone mothers funeral
oh she knows he used to hang around
but does not know understand why
the music she likes to listen & sing
the origins of her love of music
comes from the well we struck to find
those days when we were too young
playing each other’s records found
crate digging flipping through stacks
long sessions working through tracks
try this hear this listen to the groove
I was just another man passing through
the early days of her mothers life
one that she never got to know
& now never will
