The window in my room Pulls me awake It's open it's spilling Under the rain Your sleeping is soft and Reminds me of her She'd pick me up Thursday's To home from work I asked if He heard me Over the noise She told me He listens That it's more my choice "You don't have to cry everyday when I'm here When you scream darling Grandma will always hear Someday you'll meet a boy worthy of all your tears Virginia is always just one ticket away my dear"