The Pillow

A smile for ever passing car

And when they stop with door ajar

She shrugs and whispers que sera and turns her thoughts

To the pillow

Her face is etched with memories

She finds now joy amid the sleaze

It's hard when you've been paid to please so she turns her head

To the pillow

Daylight comes, she rests her head

The beauty of an empty bed

She dreams of happy days instead of brooding

On tomorrow

She swapped her dreams of shining knights

For pushers, bars and money fights

For nameless faces in red light so she turns her head

To the pillow

Those black eyes don't hurt no more

She's heard the jokes and jives before

She's felt the long arm of the law so she turns her head

To the pillow

Daylight comes, she rests her head

The beauty of an empty bed

She dreams of happy days instead of brooding

On tomorrow

Taking drugs was not for fun

It made her feel like goin' on

But now she hurts when it's all gone and she turns her head

To the pillow

She take a blade and breaks her skin

Sweet life force flows from within

The white clouds in her head grow dim and she turns her head

To the pillow

Sunlight creeps across her head

Pale beauty in a crimson bed

No dreams of happy days ahead, she'll have no more

Tomorrow