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On the Vermont Transit Bus I leaned my arm into a little chink of sun |
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Going somewhere older than I was |
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Strapped into something tight, keeping me small |
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I dug into you like rock climbing |
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Too scared of coming down |
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Too scared of going up |
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Too scared of rockface |
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I should've split my sides or spilled my guts or hit you or something |
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But I was good, and your father's little pancakes |
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So round and perfect and me sitting up too straight |
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Laughing in wrong places, kissing you |
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Kissing up, kissing too soon |
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When the cock crows |
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When the morning comes where will I go? |
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When the cock crows |
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When the love is gone where will I go? |
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And when you got me pregnant I stopped the party and |
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I stopped the typewriter and I stopped your dumb ball game in the red barn and I |
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Stopped your father and bled instead |
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And I felt the lie - something sticky on the inside |
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A bitter wind in my throat |
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Stopping me wanting |
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In my stomach, in my head and you said |
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Sugar sugar, you couldn't come come |
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Sugar sugar, without your mother |
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Sugar sugar, you couldn't taste it |
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Sugar sugar, in my throat |
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When the cock crows |
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When the morning comes where will I go? |
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When the cock crows |
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When the love is gone where will I go? |
