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