Alicia Ross I am a girl with a forgettable face No matter my color, no matter my name At work there is a boy and he treats me well My old friends from high school, I see them around August is here I can't believe how fast Soon there will be winter and snow on the ground Maybe by then I could get my own place Closer to the city if that's ok But Mamma, can you hear me? As I dragged on my day's last cigarette He pulled me so hard off my very own back door steps And he laid me in his garden All the years I've watched him tend And then he took me, Mamma So I could never tell you about it Inside of this moment there are things I wish I could know Like my ring size, your ring size, and the hour I was born My dad's middle name, your favorite song Was your darkest day as dark as this one? Mamma, can you hear me? As I dragged on my day's last cigarette He pulled me so hard off my very own back door steps And he laid me in his garden All the years I've watched him tend He took me, Mamma So I could never tell you about it Now I'm a girl who's face they'll never forget Lyrics from the 2005-11-21 performance here.   Gary Craig Drums Paul Bryan Bass Benmont Tench Piano Colin Cripps Electric Guitar Kathleen Edwards Electric Guitar, Violin 2 Paul Reddick Harmonica Anne Lindsay Violin 1 Johann Lotter Viola Kevin Fox Cello				Written by Kathleen Edwards BMI NR - Comment "I had just gotten off tour and the story of this missing woman [Ross, a 25-year-old who was brutally murdered by her next door neighbor] was all over the news. I really felt for her mother, knowing that with each passing day, it's less likely her daughter is alive." All royalties from the song will be donated to Project Canoe, a charity for at-risk youth founded by Ross' parents. [rounder.com] Availability Asking For Flowers Asking For Flowers [EU Promo] Asking For Flowers [US Promo]