Letras:Jaymay. Lucca.

You should know I could never hold your photo

it trembled in my hand and I had to let it go

And the people came and the people went

And the cards and the flowers and the food was sent



I saw your mom

I saw your dad

I saw your sisters

Your brothers and the house you had

And it's strange to be with a family

Who keeps saying:

"Say something 'fore the food goes bad,"



What are we to make

What are we to make of this?

We are just adults

And you were just a little crazy kid



The living room lights were dim

I saw you in your brother when I looked at him

And it brought back painful memories

Of the pool and the fool on piano keys



And I had no idea how to be myself

I've forgotten what it's like to think of someone else

And it's strange to be a with a family who keeps saying:

"Only I see how you look in at me,"



What are we to make

What are we to make of this?

We are just adults

And you were just a little crazy kid



We drove home long after the sky grew dark

We sat alone a little while after the car was parked

We felt the luckiest of our entire lives, husbands said

"I love you" that night when they kissed their wives



'Cause it's the greatest relief when it isn't your own kid

But it's the greatest grief when it is

And it's the greatest sorrow losing what you love

But what's worst is wondering why you did



What are we to make

What are we to make of this?

We are just adults

And you were just a little crazy kid



What are we to make

What are we to make of this?

We are just adults

And you are just water under the bridge