She'd been robbed and must have seen something in me
She held my hand as I gave her a seat
And she poured out her tiny warm heart to me
I could see in her eyes
Her years of pain
I could hear in her voice
The lonliness
And I could see invisible tears and muted screams
She likes black and purple like me
I met an old lady who deserves much better
I met an old lady who screams much better
I met an old lady who cries much better
I met an old lady whose reason is better
I'll think of her when I'm there