It's a strange load to carry
Hear a dog whistle, maybe it's calling me home
To the heart of my mortal wound
And it's true what they said about me
I'm a tattered flag, waving dirty and holy and prude
Could those words sound the same to you
I'm alright; I am
Just the tide's gone still and I'm left waiting for something to happen
For anything to happen; For good things to happen
Emotional resistance
I don't feel pain, just remnants of my past
They're a friend I afford myself
Love like that you just remember
Though you try so hard to close it; to end it; to heal
It will steal from you end to end
I'm alright; I am
Just the tide's gone still and I'm left waiting for something to happen
For anything to happen; For good things to happen
It's a wide open winter
And its muted deafness
Will break you will bind you will kill the mood
I'm alright; I am
Just the tide's gone still and I'm left waiting for something to happen
For anything to happen
To hear someone's laughter
To run, only faster
For paper or plastic; a natural disaster; a ride in a casket; a free colored napkin
A home on the east side, and people to call my own
A bike with a basket; a ball and a racquet
The new and old testaments with all the condiments
A summertime cannonball; Lady Godiva on a certified ferris wheel
Just tell me how you feel; just tell me how you feel
Just tell me how
Signed, your local suffragette; woman of eloquence
Strictly monogamous; live at the high school dance
Life is a party don't you want to be part of it? Don't you want to be part of it?