Norma Alice I see
You've lost your childhood friend
Where you were days in the park
Spinning webs of memories

Norma Alice I see
What now catches your wandering eye
The flavor of a tender touch
The moons shadow cast at night

Norma Alice I see
Your left with the spare change
Spending it all climbing gardens walls
Singing songs to the deranged

Norma Alice I see
You no longer roost the nest
With eyes closed tight to the other side
Your just a token of your past