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Annie, I hope things line up for you |
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All in a row, shiny and new |
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You can't keep on living in one small room |
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You never let anyone in |
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You never let anyone in |
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And Annie, you think the whole world's been cruel |
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All the stars took advantage of you |
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Your mother was cold, and your daddy'd no love |
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So you stomped your feet til they noticed |
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You stomped your feet 'til they put on the kid gloves |
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Now they're walking on eggshells, they're walking on glass |
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Sing you a lullaby each time that you pass |
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Someday you'll pick yourself up off your ass and go |
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And Annie, you think the boys never played fair |
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Tripping you up, sticking gum in your hair |
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Wherever you run, it's yourself you'll face there |
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And he might be gone when you need him |
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He might be gone when you find you care |
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'Cause he's walking on eggshells, he's walking on glass |
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He sings you a lullaby each time you ask |
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Someday you'll pick yourself up off your ass and go |
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And Annie, I love you, that's always been clear |
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It's the layers of history that won't let us hear |
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The twisted compassion that's burning our ears |
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The distance from there to here |
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The distance from there to here |
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'Cause I'm walking on eggshells, I'm walking on glass |
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We sing you a lullaby each time you ask |
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And someday you'll pick yourself up off your ass and go |
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'Cause you're gambling again and the stakes are too high |
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Your ante is fear, my bet is desire |
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Took you far from the truth, and into the fire again |
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And Annie, I hope things line up for you |
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All in a row, shiny and new |
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You can't keep on living in one small room |
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When you never let anyone in, you never let anyone in, you never let anyone in |
