(grant hart). . Jenny gave us a number. Jenny gave us a place to stay. Billy got hold of a van. And then we moved the very next day. To twenty-five forty-one, big windows to lay in the sun.
What do I want?. What will make me happy?. What do I want?. What will make me happy?. Nothing, nothing, nothing. . What do I want?. What will make me happy?.
If there's one thing that I can't explain. Is why the world has to have so much pain. With all the ways of communicating. We can't get in touch with who we're hating.
I see the sun and I see the calendar. The days go floating by so slowly in a blur. I read the numbers and I discard everyone. I burn my fingers on the pages of the sun.
It's a great big world. There's a million other guys. I feel so lucky when I look. In those green eyes. . Is it the sun. That makes them so green. Those are the prettiest eyes.
Hey little girl, do you need a ride?. Well, I've got room in my wagon, why don't you hop inside. We could cruise down Robert Street all night long. But I think I'll just rape you and kill you instead.
She gave her little child a name. A ward of welfare she became. And then one day she met a man. Digging through the trash for cans. . Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope.
Walking down a sunny street to the library. Checking out the latest books about outer space. Going to the fruit stand to buy a dozen oranges. She and the books and the oranges go back to her place.