Loyola keeps her thermostat high
Drops needles on scratchy forty-fives
Draws shades to trap the quiet inside
Wears sweaters Christmas through July
I stop by before she goes to bed at noon
Squinting at the mantle clock
Losing her train of thought
Repeating the same phrase like a skipping forty-five
So i flip the record over
She remembers with the smack of a snare
All through the hour we're serenaded by the
Phantom voice of patti page
I keep saying i'll visit again soon
But she keeps calling
With trouble recalling
Her warbling voice a record on it's final
Groove
Groove
Groove
Groove
Loyola slouches and blurs the line
Separating her past from our current time
In daydreams so vivid she closes her eyes
The mantle-clock stopping at quarter-past-nine
Louder than the roaring turnpike
Deathlier than a spider's prick
Higher than a Boeing airplane
Lonelier than anything anyone could ever think to sing
How is it possible?
Groove
Groove
Groove
Groove