I was a Mid-West girl with not a care to find
When I was 22 I met the love of my life
Now for 75 years we've said "I love you" every night
We built this family, our brightest light
Now we're growing old, but we still make a good team
His body is starting to go, but it's my mind it seems
We moved into a home, but he has the more pressing need
They moved him down the hall
Now it's just me, I'm all alone in this room
My family will do their best to visit soon
Empty routine is wasting me
Twice or thrice a week they wheel me down the hall
His voice is soft, it hurts so speak
And me, my hearing's going
But after 75 years, there's not much to say
We always gave our all
Now life can only take away
My family, they're here now
Surrounding me but I'm alone, can't hear a sound
When they speak it doesn't pierce my muffled cloud
All I know, is there's a box in the ground
All I know, is there's a box in the ground
All I know
Everyone's talking around me
Everyone's talking around
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023