Save Me - Bird York

In the afternoon

She sits and waits for him to come

Two swollen ankles count the time

Nervous fingers trace

Across the cold linoleum

The kitchen wall receives her sigh

«Oh, can you hear me, Joe?»

She tries to call across the veil

Her lips are trembling now

Can’t hear his voice, can’t feel him near

She says «Save me, save me

Why don’t you save me from the pain of losing you

Save me, save me

Why don’t you save me from this hell I’m going through»

The dinner table looks so strange without him sitting there

The bed is empty on his side

For forty years this house has held the fire of love they shared

But now the garden slowly dies

He said he’d never leave her alone to face the day

What kind of God is this that’ll take him back

And make her stay

«Save me, save me

Why don’t you save me from the pain of losing you

Save me, save me

Why don’t you save me from this hell I’m going through?

The kids try to come around

Try to make some time to see me

I know, the busy lives they lead

Keep them from these memories»