From a hole in the curtains streams a blade of morning light

I lie here restless with him dreaming by my side

The dust is dancing as it sparkles and shines

I got that same thing on my mind

She was right, what she said, what she told me I'd become

That I'd be just like her, I'd be nothing but knocked up by 21

I bear his child, and so therefore, I must stay

But I wish I too could float away

He'll wake up in an hour or so

I'll pack his sack lunch and then off to work he'll go

And maybe he'll kiss me before he says goodbye

And I will wait to hear the sound of his engine before I cry

Yeah, maybe he'll kiss me before he says goodbye

And I will wait to hear the sound of his old Ford before I cry

The dust is dancing still so weightless, so free

Everything I know I'll never be