Sending post cards for a dime. It fills the day occupies her time. Lavina sits alone in a chair. She doesn't speak or write of any despair. And you don't know what that's like. You don't know what that's like. Fall so hard to stand up the pain she cannot hide. No you don't know what that's like. The years have crippled her right inside. She has her friends she has her pride. Maybe later her pa can go for a ride tonight. Now wouldn't that be nice?. And you don't know what that's like. You don't know what that's like. Fall so hard to stand up the pain she cannot hide. No you don't know what that's like. Frail heart. Frail heart. Frail heart. Yeah Yeah