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I would have returned your greeting |
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If it weren't for the way you were looking at me |
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This street is not a market |
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And I am not a commodity |
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Don't you find it sad that we can't even say hello |
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'Cause you're a man and I'm a woman |
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And the sun is getting low |
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There are some places that I can't go |
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As a woman I can't go there |
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And as a person I don't care |
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I don't go for the 'Hey baby, what's your name?' |
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And I'd alone thank you just the same |
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I am up again against the skin of my guitar |
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In the window of my life looking out through the bars |
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I am sounding out the silence avoiding all the words |
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I'm afraid I've said too much, I'm afraid of who has heard me |
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My father, he told me the story and it was true for his time |
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But now the story's different, maybe I should tell him mine |
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All the girls line up here, all the boys on the other side |
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I see your ranks are advancing, I see mine are left behind |
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I am up again against the skin of my guitar |
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In the window of my life looking out through the bars |
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I am sounding out the silence avoiding all the words |
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I'm afraid I can never say enough, I'm afraid no one has heard me |
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And despite all the balls that I've been thrown |
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And forced to drop on the social totem pole |
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I'm preciously close to the top |
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They put you in your place and they tell you to behave |
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But no one can be free until we're all on even grade |
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And I would have returned your greeting |
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If it weren't for the way you were looking at me |
