I love all your songs, though sometimes hard to catch!
On the old grey matter, some colour sometimes splashed.
To brighten up the day, although like birds upon the wing, they up and fly away
But it doesn\'t matter, like a river and its flow, sometimes the tide is high, other times it\'s low.
Every day is new to me, I don\'t think much on the old
Now, I am as happy as can be, doing what I am told..
A new and living way, not dwelling in the past, but walking forward, hand in hand
To me life is a blast!
The important thing I remember, the simplicity of the way
And in my moments of clarity, give thanks for each new day
Dementia or demented?
Both! some may say.
But every pray is answered, all that you say is true..
Dementia or demented, I put my trust in you know who...
Backwards and forwards there I go
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow
Sometimes up, sometimes down
Often feeling like a clown
No one knows how we go
No one sees, I am not on show
Out the back, then out the front
Laying bricks, and mixing mud
Building walls, and digging ditches
Visiting angels, and spotting witches
I guess that\'s just the way I go
Till the work is done
And I get back home.