Wake in the morning,
We been talking
About reflection and sitting on a tree. Heard what you said though,
Moving southward
To apartment no body can leave.
Sun has woken,
Up above there
From the beach light
Staring at me.
A mirror, a mountain,
Standing beer cans,
Honey go there and there they be.
Hear them talkin' about me well,
I ain't no daughter of these halls,
I'm just myself
And no one else.
Hear them talkin' about me well,
And I date the youngest of three
But no one cares.
Let curses be cured down here..."
