Girl

GIRL from in the shadow she calls and in the shadow
she finds a way finds a way and in the shadow she
CRAWLS clutching her faded photograph my image
UNDER her thumb Yes with a message for my heart yes
with a message for my heart she’s been everybody else’s
girl maybe one day she’ll be her own and in the doorway they
stay and laugh as violins fill with water screams from
the BLUEBELLS can’t make them go away we’ll I’m not
seventeen but I’ve cuts on my knees falling down as the
winter takes one more CHERRY TREE rushin’ rivers
thread so thin limitation dreams with the flying pigs
turbid blue and the drugstores too safe in their coats
and in their do’s yeah smother in our hearts a pillow to
my dots one day maybe one day she’ll be her
own and in the mist there she rides and castles are
burning in my heart and as I twist I hold tight and I
ride to work every morning wondering why “sit in the
chair and be good now” and become all that they told
you the white coats enter her room and I’m callin’ my
baby callin’ my baby callin’ my baby callin’ everybody
else’s girl maybe one day she’ll be her own...