i see christine avenue every night through the kitchen down the hallway to the bedroom on the right i slide in my easy chair safe as can be to the eyes of adoration simply staring back at me to say everything in life is gonna be okay matriarch of the family more than a reverie you were a friend to me sometimes i cry out for my joan of arc to come back and lead the march gone is my matriarch i remember how the seats felt in her 225 and i can hear the engine purring as it pulls into the drive she d pick me up and take me down to dawn s five and ten and let me change my mind a thousand times and take me home again so cool wrote me letters everyday when i was off at school matriarch of the family more than a reverie you were a friend to me sometimes i cry out for my joan of arc to come back and lead the march gone is my matriarch matriarch of the family more than a reverie you were a friend to me sometimes i cry out for my joan of arc to come back and lead the march gone is my matriarch matriarch of the family