The sun shines through my party dress. I look like a sinner but I feel so blessed. The congregation turns when I walk through the door. My heels click-clackin on the marble floor.
One, two, three, four. There are cobwebs on the ceiling fan. . And the lonely forty watt flickers when the train goes by. Take out boxes near the garbage can.
Do you feel like no one else will ever love you again. And you think you'll be alone forever. And you tried your best for years but you just couldn't make it work.
You vowed you'd love me 'til the end of time. Then you ran off with an old friend of mine. For once she kept her mouth shut about something. She let you check the oil and try her transmission.
I'm so surprised my head's still wrapping 'round what you confessed. You could have knocked me down, your words threw fists. On your way out you blew a kiss.
I feel like a feather blowing in a hurricane. I've lost sight of the point, It all feels like a charade. I'm running a race like a horse whose leg is lame.
It was a sticky night in June of eighty-five. Down in macon county. . I just turned sixteen I was wild and green. And I was looking around for a party.
I've been sitting here on your front porch. Waiting like a fool I feel so confused. Nothing much has changed the picture frame's. Still laying in the yard at 14th Street and Mars.