She Lifts Her Eyes
She wakes up, she sits up
Looks at her empty bed
She says, wherever he is tonight
I hope that he's being fed
Shuts her book, closes her blinds
And sings herself to sleep
Dreams of music, and slips off
To that beboppin' beat
She lifts her eyes to God
She lifts her eyes and cries
Why
Now he's been dead
Down deep in the ground, four years
But he made her smile
And he made her laugh
And that was his career
She knows he's still here
She swears she hears him
Walking around
And professional help can't keep These feelings down
She lifts her eyes to God
She lifts her eyes and cries, why, Why
She lifts her eyes to the sky
Maybe a glimpse of his face
Will make her feel at home tonight
She sits in his chair, and she strokes Her pretty brown hair
She covers her mouth
And she screams, yeah she screams
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah
In her bed, she's had many, many Many lovers since
But there's no replacing someone That made perfect sense
And the Prozac
Is a lonely twice a day
But the mem'ries come like a flood She's carried away
Yeah she's carried away
She lifts her eyes to God
She lifts her eyes and cries, why
She lifts her hands up
To hold her love
They turn to fists
And she puts them up
Yeah, she blows up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She lifts, she lifts, she lifts
She lifts, she lifts
Looks at her empty bed
She says, wherever he is tonight
I hope that he's being fed
Shuts her book, closes her blinds
And sings herself to sleep
Dreams of music, and slips off
To that beboppin' beat
She lifts her eyes to God
She lifts her eyes and cries
Why
Now he's been dead
Down deep in the ground, four years
But he made her smile
And he made her laugh
And that was his career
She knows he's still here
She swears she hears him
Walking around
And professional help can't keep These feelings down
She lifts her eyes to God
She lifts her eyes and cries, why, Why
She lifts her eyes to the sky
Maybe a glimpse of his face
Will make her feel at home tonight
She sits in his chair, and she strokes Her pretty brown hair
She covers her mouth
And she screams, yeah she screams
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah
In her bed, she's had many, many Many lovers since
But there's no replacing someone That made perfect sense
And the Prozac
Is a lonely twice a day
But the mem'ries come like a flood She's carried away
Yeah she's carried away
She lifts her eyes to God
She lifts her eyes and cries, why
She lifts her hands up
To hold her love
They turn to fists
And she puts them up
Yeah, she blows up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She lifts, she lifts, she lifts
She lifts, she lifts
Credits
Writer(s): Jimbo Hart
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