You try to get away from home again
But out there on the road, they find you...

I try to sleep tonight
but i want you to know...

Lay your hands on mine but
no longer mine are the hands...

Waiting in agony
for the cramping to cease...

Quick little girl, the dance will soon end
and what have you achieved...

We are faced with cultural confusion in relation...

Washing all around me
lapping at my skin...

Tiny pointed arrowheads
whisking through the morning current...

I schemed, and i planned
i plotted, pondered and strategized...

She walks into a cave
with shaven locks and a busted lip...

Last night we had the most
unbelievable making of love...

When he laughs
looks at me with star-shine eyes...