Even In A Town Of Seven Churches (odds Are Even) Lyrics - Singles - David Arn

At your stepmother's vacuumed mansion 

They unplugged your magic wand 

You grew smaller than your shadow 

Learned other ways to turn it on 

But, hey___ don't get caught 

Without a chair when the music stops 

You know what that's all about. 

Designer potholes in the kitchen 

Old logos on your dress 

Thrift store becomes so much more 

When others say it looks like less 

Escaping on your own 

Is harder than the talk 

With shoulders soft from backpacks you carried 

It's well known 

You walked the widow's walk 

Long before you were even married 

Standing outside another's limelight 

Igniting matches with an open nerve 

Odds are even in a town of seven churches 

No one will get what they deserve 

Spring will bring daffodils and violets 

There's a rusty cycle everyone wants to save 

But come on back, throw away your silence 

We'll plant a pink slip on the step family grave 

Hey—Don't get caught 

Without a chair when the music stops 

You know what that's all about 

Hey-don't get caught 

Without a chair when the music stops