by Schneckenburger/ Erelli
They sent me a picture of my little girl the other day
She was so beautiful, she’d grown so tall
She was laughing with her hair brushed from her eyes
She looked right at the camera but she didn’t see me
Her smile went straight through me but she didn’t see me
CH
I’m no good to you, oh honey
I’m no good to me, you know that
I’m no good to anyone at all
I’ll never be around
The day that she was born the heat felt heavy and my body low The air was steeped with sweet honeysuckle
I held on to the porch railing in the sun
Counting contractions waiting for my little one
Way back when I thought that she would be my little one
CH
They say if you feel sad and low you get to acting bad, I know
That if it’s true then I have plumbed the depths
I can watch myself from far away outside
It wasn’t me that did it, it was someone else
I’d never stoop so very low it must be someone else
CH
And so I tuck her photo back behind the books up on the shelf
Her smile haunts me as I leave the room
I move into the kitchen looking for a place to hide
The light above the sink is glaring at me in the night
I turn my face away and I sink slowly in the night