William Fitzsimmons
Matter
As we drive down North of 85
Passing state lines like a ghost
As if you might still be alive
Holding onto what I can
even though it’s just a lie
That doesn’t matter anymore
That doesn`t matter anymore

You were a lovely child
prettier than I knew
You lost your husband in the war
plus all that I have put you through
There is a love I have
I never gave to you
That doesn’t matter anymore
That doesn`t matter anymore
No, That doesn`t matter anymore
That doesn`t matter anymore
That doesn`t matter anymore