I never knew anymore than a name
Now there's a face and it's all the same
And for some odd reason that I can't explain
I've got a picture of Ida smiling
A story of life the thorns of a rose
Walking down hallways through air thick with ghost
Only to find all the doors have been closed
And you're holding a picture of Ida smiling
Look at the window let go of my hand
I hope someday you'll understand
God help my children
I can't
All of the years living under the strain
Still knowing nothing it seems so insane
That for all of the sorrow and all of the pain
You're left with a picture of Ida smiling
At least it's a picture of Ida smiling
I've got a picture of Ida smiling