I sit down on the train with my big pocketbook the guitar. And a sugar-free drink, I wipe the sweat off of my brow. With the side of my arm, and I take off all that I can.
I'm so glad I am one. . Nurds. . When I was a young girl. I went to Catholic school. Hung around all the nuns. That was so uncool. . All the other girls were wearing.
Sunday, cold weather. Home, that's where I'll stay. Okay I admit it, I've been drifting. Dreaming the hours away. . Dreamin' of love. The gentle kind.
What if your father has a stroke. When you are ten then sits like a rag doll. Wheelchair in the den. You start failing school. Breaking every rule. Pretty soon you're a bum.
She was twenty six when she came to the burbs. Where the family secrets stop at the curbs. I was nine when she moved next door. She had married a republican he was for the war.