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