And I always knew life could be like a red sail sailin' on Lake Erie.
And I only hope life will stay like a day on Lake Erie.
I have always thought that
life could be happy, never believed it could only be bad;
Somehow the people who would talk above me never convinced me of that.
Swimmin' in blue waters so much cleaner than they were last time I was here.
Swimmin' in Lake Erie I'm a believer people will do what they need to here.
Mary's ta!kin' 'bout her friend
whose cancer can't be Medicaided away;
There's another friend whose operation didn't go well today.
And I'm sittin' her thinkin' 'bout mortality, wonderin' 'how long?'
We're not as well as we could be, but we'll keep pluggin' along.
See how the trees look, the
wind is blowin' ; I can hear voices from histor' past,
This house is older than all my memories, all of my memories go back.
People who lived in the last century wouldn't believe in the world that I know.
It was much quieter, was it better? Somehow I think that we know.
© 1984 Lydia Adams Davis, Three Feathers Music