Letters

Steady hand that put the dinner on the table At six o'clock every single day Steady hand that raised two daughters Five minutes from the house where she was raised Always the model of grace Constant as the way she underlines that name we share But time has a way of altering the steadiest hand I saved all your letters to remind me That our lives are not the same You always told me you can tell a lot about a person By the way they sign their name But I don't recognize it anymore Steady hand that waved that first goodbye When I packed up and drove 300 miles away Steady hands that pray I'll be okay After every choice that I have made We don't always see eye to eye Still she's as constant as the way she underlines that name we share But I don't know why time has to take her steady hand I saved all your letters to remind me That our lives are not the same You always told me you can tell a lot about a person By the way they sign their name But I don't recognize it anymore I saved all your letters to remind me That our lives are not the same You always told me you can tell a lot about a person By the way they sign their name But I don't recognize it anymore I don't recognize it anymore I don't recognize it anymore