Joanna

Reach into my back pocket and what will you find?
A stream of consciousness you won't be able to unwind
All my life I pick up pieces, stranded left behind
Put them together in my hands collect the times
You think I'm clever, but I don't know what that means
I'm just a walking current of forgotten dreams
You think I'm crazy, I don't have a name
I am your grandmother, your grandpa just the same
Oh Just the same, just the same



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Writer(s): Mary Carter
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