I sit here in the Salvation Army church house chapel

The place I take my granddaughter to see her mom

Her mom in the Salvation Army

Drug rehabilitation program

And they sing, these ladies fighting addiction

They sing as part of their rehab

One plays guitar and another the drums

And they sing of something bigger than any or all of them

And I find myself lost in memories deep

I see our own little family band

My little sister swallowed up

By a drum set three times her size

And we sang of something bigger too

But all that singing and playing et al

Was never bigger to us four kids

Than our world of turmoil and chaos

Made worse with all that singing and playing