Just around the corner...
there's a little place called Orange Grove where Alice likes Paul
in room 203, but Paul likes Edna who's 83
n' like little children they bicker n' fight
on Tuesdays when it's poker night
they're no different than younger folks
they still love to smile n' tell good jokes...
it's like they've been put away to die/and, there's so much sadness in their eyes..
when they're sitting all alone, and no one calls them on the phone
They still try to keep their hearts alive ---
sometimes their grandkids come to visit or, stay
but they're on Facebook the whole entire day
they struggle for words n' what to say
A quick goodbye as they wave
Grandma/Grandpa
I don't know when I'll be back this way--

Just around the corner...
there's a little place called Orange Grove
where Joan loves Blake but she's afraid he's on the take
and, he'll break her heart again
like her first husband who's name was Ben
Blake wants to play the field
he's got his eye on a third base deal
he likes Joan cause she cooks his meals ...
but he has the hots for Sally Ford
who lives in apartment 204...

Mrs. Parks used to knit me socks
I could talk to her around the clock...
she was so funny, and so wise
there was such a twinkle in her eyes...

How I miss all those old souls
that I took the time to know...
they used to wander around Orange Grove
while trying to keep their hearts alive
they'd smile with sadness in their eyes
every time I said "Goodbye".