rd Fret
Intro: G C G C
G
Molly's sitting on her bed
C
It's Sunday afternoon
Am
Radio's playing outside
C
TV bleeds from the next room
G
Antiseptic in the air
C
Nurses laughing down the hall
Am
Crooked feet in crooked shoes
C
Her wooden cane against the wall
G
It's Sunday, but her Sunday clothes
C
Are packed away somewhere
Am
She doesn't need them anymore
C G C G
Nothing to look her best for
I'm thirteen, I'm with my mother
C
She doesn't know my name
Am
I remind her I'm Lucy
C
But she looks at me the same
G
Like I'm a stranger she should remember
C
From a place she can't return
Am
We've only just walked in
C
She says we've stayed too long
Am
Too proud to be remembered
C G C Em
As a mother without a home
D Em
Oh oh, it's time to go
D C
Oh oh, it's time to go
It's a dirty trick
G C
This growing old
G
We walk the halls anyway
C
My mother holds her arm
Am
She's pleading with us to leave
C
So we walk her to her room
G
And we drive through the old neighbourhood
C
The grand homes of the South Side
Am
So many are abandoned now
C
So many lifetimes locked inside
G
And at the dinner table
C
It's my parents and me
Am
I sneak looks at the two of them
C
To see what they need from me
G
And later she calls me over
C
Where she sits alone
Am
She's polishing a silver ring
C
I've never seen before
G
She says this was Molly's
C
It was her mother's ring
Am C
I'm keeping it for you
G C Em
As she kept it for me
D Em
Oh oh, it's time to go
D C
Oh oh, it's time to go
It's a dirty trick
G C
This growing old
G
I'm told Molly was so proud
C
To have another baby girl
Am
Her only granddaughter
C
But I don't remember
Am G C G
This is what I remember
Am G C G
This is what I remember