i wish we'd send a letter oer to nellie
aged 91 and living down on packers
to write, "well, hi, we were the ones who were walking by your house
just wanted to find you well and drop a line."
i wonder how she handles the recycling
when strangers would not stop by in their travels
that big white house all to herself must surely creak and moan
but hosts a kindly soul whos found eighty years of sleep there
i wish we'd send a letter o'er to nellie
and ask her if the children were still scheming
to drag her out and plant her in a home against her will
or if she'd live in peace at the house upon her hill
do you still remember her address?
and could we drop it off outside her deck?
perhaps the lives left open are the ones we cherish best
to dream about a life thats been beautifully spent