Sewed everything you said. Together in a thread. Repeating in my mind. Each word like a rhyme. . Like a penny serenade. Lifting through a song. He said the record's overplayed.
Ever since I could understand. My mother said to me. "Don't you ever let a man hit you. And don't you grow up like me". . So I swore I'd never be like her.
Where are you?. . You never knew yourself well enough, hah. But she never knew you at all. And when she put you out on your own. It may have stolen your innocence but not, no not your soul.
Every mornin' the clock kicks off the beat. Little Joe struggles just to get up on his feet. Waits in his platforms for the right train to come. Sippin' his coffee, another day has begun.