Medusa

Under the bar light you might take her for a statue A Botticelli with a splinter in the spine And if you're lucky you won't catch her looking at you Keeps to her booth and makes a meal on whatever wine is around Most days she wraps up in the gray robes of a cigarette Like any widow lying wide-eyed in the dark A piece of blackened memory catching on the curtains Up to the attic where the banker boxes are She got to watch herself She got to watch herself And it's only complicated if she wants you She just wants a little help How can she watch herself? You know why she keeps away from mirrors, don't you? Coaxes her hair into her hat and checks her make-up Comes to the window when she's sure that she can smile And when the hourglass starts yellowing the paper She's got to get herself outside a little while So if you come across a woman who won't meet your eye Keep your distance, take the hint and let her be She keeps those Ray-Bans on her face for your protection They only hide what you were never meant to see She's got to watch herself She's got to watch herself She's got the weapons but she doesn't want to use them It ain't like she isn't strong But she's fought it way too long Tonight we're gonna have to reckon with Medusa