Look how you're standing there. There with your hands out. Standing next to the road that goes up. Running your mouth about how you're gonna wait for the one that comes down.
Cinderella's on her bedroom floor. She's got a crush on the guy at the liquor store. 'Cause Mr. Charming don't come home anymore. And she forgets why she came here.
Today's a day like any other. But I am changed. I am a mother. Oh in an instant. And who I was has disappeared. It doesn't matter, now you're here. So innocent.
Door number two. It's for you, little lady. Is it all that you dreamed of?. Oh, if I knew, what'd been there waiting. I'd have screamed out and jumped up.
Are you ready? ha. It's time for me to take it. I'm the boss right now. Not gonna fake it. . Not when you go down. Cause this is my game. And you better come to play.
I could use another cigarette. But don't worry daddy, I'm not addicted yet. One too many drinks tonight and I miss you. Like you were mine. . All your stormy words have barely broken.
The afternoon has settled long and heavy on my shoulders. The winter's light feels different on my skin. It doesn't seem to strike as far below the surface so.
There's a harvest each saturday night. At the bars filled with perfume and hitching a ride. A place you can stand for one night and get gone. It's clear this conversation ain't' doing a thing.
It's a really old city. Stuck between the dead and the living. So I thought to myself, sitting on a graveyard shelf. As the echo of heartbeats, from the ground below my feet.
Come in close now it's time to tell the story. Long ago, and so many years before we. Ever were, ever dreamed we even could be. There was her and her very first heartbeat.
Hmmmm.... Car is parked, bags are packed. But what kind of heart doesn't look back. At the comfortable glow from the porch. . The one I will still call yours?.
California in the evening rush past the water. Get me over the great state line. The sky's electric, boy it's screaming. Trying to find the morning, hell I'd settle for the other side.
There'll be girls across the nation that will eat this up. Babe, I know that it's your soul but could you bottle it up and. Get down to the heart of it, no it's my heart you're out of your luck.
You can be amazing. You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug. You can be the outcast. Or be the backlash of somebody's lack of love. Or you can start speaking up.
Time to tell me the truth. To burden your mouth for what you say. No pieces of paper in the way. Cause I can't continue pretending to choose. The opposite sides on which we fall.
Word came through in a letter. One of us changing our minds. You won't need to guess who since I usually do. Not send letters to me that are mine. . I told him I saw this coming.
I don't want to talk about it to you. I'm not an open book that you can rifle through. The cold hard truth that you see right to. I'm just basket case without you.
Can't tell you the truth. 'Least I don't lie about that. Kind of comfort in you. Comes when you lie right back. . Safe from such a strange point of view.
Back of the room. Looking at you. Counting the steps. Between us. . A hundred and five. Little blades in a line. From your skin to mine. And I feel it.
Sitting in the morning sun. I'll be sitting till the evening comes. Watching the ships roll in. Then I watch them roll away again. . I'm Sitting on the dock of the bay.