Anna Rose from Carolina Child by Ric Robertson

anna rose
spends her evenings on the couch alone
sleeping by the big screen TV glow
and a silhouette of cardboard boxes

it's been twenty five days
since she last felt the sunshine on her face
the only people coming by her place
are delivering wine to her doorstep

she goes higher and higher
hangin' on a codeine kitestring
without even knowing
up and up she goes
every now and again she'll twirl in the wind and a whisper sounds
someone calling from the distant ground
anna come back home
anna rose

anna lived
used to get off of the graveyard shift
bring home breakfast or three hungry kids
and flowers for the kitchen table
grown in her own backyard
she thought about the colors long and hard
blues and yellows in a mason jar
made her smile just like an angel

now she's higher and higher
hangin' on a codeine kitestring
without even knowing
up and up she goes
every now and again she'll twirl in the wind and a whisper sounds
someone calling from the distant ground
anna come back home

and she's still rising
anna rose

anna rose
you stay with me everywhere I go
with all the darkness that I fear most
in my own flesh and bone
but on the days I'm blue
and feel like checking out of this world too
I send a whisper in the wind to you
anna come back home

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