Got to be where it was too much…she’d just be tired all the time…and when she wasn’t tired she’d come up with these fantastical stories…the woman talked of dreams…her dreams that she confused with reality…

She spoke of bein’ the first woman to walk on the moon…talked ’bout orbiting Earth and talked ’bout taking pictures of Mars from a space ship…

There was also this talk of her havin’ a summit with Martians right here in Mississippi…said they came down in her back yard one night and they talked for hours…telling each other stories…she made ’em lemonade…

Towards the end she said she did a lot of things…said she wanted to run for president…said she could’ve won…who knows…

At her funeral she wanted to be remembered as a traveler…an explorer…course nobody knew quite what to say…stayed inside her house mostly…she’d drive up to the grocery store then come back home…

But…in her mind she’d been everywhere…in her mind she was an explorer…how could ya tell her she wasn’t…some things are best left alone…let a person believe what they want…

wasn’t hurtin’ nobody…