Grandmother

Grandmother, aren’t you due?
Who’s looking out for you?
Grandmother, tipsy and bent
I knew what you meant
I’m unwinding
Grandmother, aren’t you due?
Who’s looking out for you?
Who’s looking out for you?
I’m unwinding too
I’m unwinding too
Old lover no longer there
Vanishing in his own chair
Swift tumble bruises your skin
What is there left but
I’m unwinding too
I’m unwinding too
I’m unwinding, I’m unwinding too