Lavina - Josh Rouse

Sending post cards for a dime

It fills the day, occupies her time

Lavina sits alone in a chair

She doesn’t speak or write of any despair

And you don’t know what that’s like

You don’t know what that’s like

Fall so hard to stand up, the pain she cannot hide

No, you don’t know what that’s like

The years have crippled her right inside

She has her friends, she has her pride

Maybe later her pa can go for a ride tonight

Now wouldn’t that be nice?

And you don’t know what that’s like

You don’t know what that’s like

Fall so hard to stand up, the pain she cannot hide

No, you don’t know what that’s like

Frail heart, frail heart

Frail heart, yeah, yeah