Miss Alva Maria

<br>I know I`m young, but its the oldest I`ve ever been<br>I`m 23 now, halfway to 24<br>I`ll never see these years again<br>so don`t make me ask again, and hold out this old tin cup<br>just reach out for my reaching hands<br>and pull me up...<br><br>got no trouble staying thin<br>and might think that I`ve been blessed<br>lord you know that I`d say yes<br>god smiles upon the hungry, while you laugh...<br><br>in this second story novel, that I call home<br>up the stairs and down the hall<br>its just like turning the page<br>got no rugs upon my floors, but it`ll have to do for now<br>but I`m only getting older...<br><br>and I worry about MISS ALVA MARIA<br>though she`ll never even know that I exist<br>well we lost her 15 years ago, but I`ve been finding her all my life<br>there`s something about the way she looks that moves me<br>there`s something about the way she loves that moves me...<br><br>this stale cigarette smoke, still clings<br>to my shirt, my hair and my hands<br>well you know I ain`t making jack, but you know that I`ll be back<br>I`ve got nothing else to offer<br>I`ve got nothing else to offer<br>this is all I`ve got to offer...<br><br>and I worry about MISS ALVA MARIA<br>though she`ll never even know that I exist<br>well we lost her 15 years ago but I`ve been finding her all my life<br>there`s something about the way she looks that moves me<br>there`s something about the way she loves that moves me<br>there`s something about how she loses it all that moves me<br>wont you tell me what its like to be remembered?<br><br>I know I`m young, but this is the oldest I`ve ever been<br>I`m 23 now, halfway to 24 <br>I`ll never see these years again...