For a change she got out before he hurt her bad. Took her records and clothes and pictures of her boy. It really made her sad, packed it up and didn't look back.
We arrived too late. Our mouths were opening. I turned off the light. So come on night. . You're a witness, you. You've seen me interrupt. A good old fashioned fight.
Concrete hands picked up the telephone ring. Do you know who you're talking to?. No, and I don't care who. . She whispered quiet terror news. He didn't give a hoot.
At a party, he was waiting. Looking kind of spooky and withdrawn. Like he could be underwater. The mighty mother with her hundred arms. . Swept all aside.
Here comes the sidewalk boss again. Telling me how I can't cave in. That I'm a study in black. Need a pat on the back. I look up and smile. A picture of dissatisfaction.
Your hand on his arm. Haystack charm around your neck. Strung out and thin. Calling some friend trying to cash some check. He's acting dumb. That's what you've come to expect.
The ghost of your smile is always looking. For new bodies to haunt. And its been here and disappeared. It's hanging around aloofly for a while. Gradually gone.
Her hand on his arm is that charm around her neck. Strung out again, call in some friends trying to cash a check. 'Cause I've been dumb that's what you've come to expect.