Loyola keeps her thermostat high Drops needles on scratchy forty-fives Draws shades to trap the quiet inside Wears sweaters Christmas through July I stop by before she goes to bed at noon Squinting at the mantle clock Losing her train of thought Repeating the same phrase like a skipping forty-five So i flip the record over She remembers with the smack of a snare All through the hour we're serenaded by the Phantom voice of patti page I keep saying i'll visit again soon But she keeps calling With trouble recalling Her warbling voice a record on it's final Groove Groove Groove Groove Loyola slouches and blurs the line Separating her past from our current time In daydreams so vivid she closes her eyes The mantle-clock stopping at quarter-past-nine Louder than the roaring turnpike Deathlier than a spider's prick Higher than a Boeing airplane Lonelier than anything anyone could ever think to sing How is it possible? Groove Groove Groove Groove