I remember a plastic mac
Grandma made me wear and tied the rainmate on in spite of my protests
You couldn't argue with four foot ten
Of older generation wisdom
Post-war utility and common-sense
And I know you can't tell her
And I know you can't tell him
I'll be with you when it goes
I'll be with you when it goes
I remember your underwear
Pink and wonderful that smelt like the rubber straps on our best chair
Counting out in your dressing gown
Eleven pills to make
Your heart, your bones, your head feel like a new Grandma
And I know you can't tell her
And I know you can't tell him
I'll be with you when it goes
I'll be with you when it goes
And I know you can't tell her
And I know you can't tell him
I'll be with you when it goes
I'll be with you when it goes
I'll be with you when it goes
I'll be with you when it goes