Warm night gloom paint the living room
and Lady red cast a stare
a dead flower still in bloom!
my heavy hearted tune

Lady red holds her stare
and trace a finger on her glass,
as she breaks her empty glare
her eyes wander to what’s not there

a whine glass stained in red
she lets the last drop swirl around
making tears for her wine to shed
before she puts it down

Lady red in my mommas clothing
Lady red you’re not unloving
Lady red i’m not tryin to smother
but Lady red i miss my mother