Allison

One sunny afternoon, Allison
Sat on her back porch rocking chair
Sipping the lemonade she’d made the day before

Gazing at the breeze in the willow trees, she said
My life's like this hanging backyard swing
Just waiting around for someone’s hand to fling me round

And back and forth it’s all the same when they come and gone
I’m still alone

Rising from her chair, she added sugar cubes and laughed
It must be the family recipe
Rich and beautiful but never nearly sweet enough

Finishing her glass with grace she slipped on down the back stairs
She followed the old trail through the space between the trees
Until the stream where she removed her summer dress

And folding it up she said
All I want is that the rain pours down and it sweeps me away

How I’d love to see that the river runs right through me
Feel the steady stream as it pushes me to sea
I have been thinking my life out
It keeps on running me down

Arriving at half past four in came Norm
Scholar and live-in family friend
A kind of gentlemen caller with his eye on Allison

He knew there was trouble while walking up the driveway
He ran with a trail of papers flying everywhere
Knowing that seconds could determine everything

And as he drew near he saw what Allison had done
What she’d done
He knew just what to do and into the water he flew
It turned out easy to do
No more thinking it through
Wake up Ally it’s you it’s you

Oh, hon, how I’d love to see that the river runs right through me
Feel the steady stream as it pushes me to see
I have been thinking my life out
It keeps on running me down

Oh, hon, how I’d love to see that the river runs right through me
Feel the steady stream as it pushes me to sea
I have been thinking my life out
I think that I’m gonna let it run out