Your grandma passed away
left you searching all the time
for the artist writing
for the mad dog biting

for the liberal, quirky star
with so many nights to shine
but you can’t go back now
and your bags were packed for him

by the railroad tracks he stole
all your broken dreams away
left with lonely choices
but still a million words to say

but you couldn’t decide who you wanted to be
or who you wanted the world to see
so now we all see mrs. kowalski
and she said she’s fine

always mending on the fly
always with a different guy
had you spent just one year
on your own without the fear

imagine what you might have found
had you kept your art around
had you written that book
had you given me a look

all the roses at your door
scattered choices on the floor
pick a future, wear it
so many brilliant ones would fit

but you couldn’t decide who you wanted to be
or who you wanted the world to see
so now we all see mrs. kowalski
and she said she’s fine

pardon me for looking glum
am i bitter? or just dumb?
but i can’t understand
this new mrs. you’ve become

but you couldn’t decide who you wanted to be
or who you wanted the world to see
so now we all see mrs. kowalski
and she said she’s fine

and i hope you’re fine