The window in my room
Pulls me awake
It's open it's spilling
Under the rain
Your sleeping is soft and
Reminds me of her
She'd pick me up Thursday's
To home from work
I asked if He heard me
Over the noise
She told me He listens
That it's more my choice
"You don't have to cry everyday when I'm here
When you scream darling Grandma will always hear
Someday you'll meet a boy worthy of all your tears
Virginia is always just one ticket away my dear"