Album: Thanks for the Ether
She was born in an oil-drum South side of Chicago
When East St Louis was not far away
She'd lace knives to her boots and go down to the riverbed
Skate around and around till the night became day
The cannery fellows would follow her everywhere
From the grocery store to the BQE
With their hearts all aglow from her icy back-at-you stare
When her teeth became tight when her eyes couldn't see
And she told herself that this was enough
For a girl who was born in an oil-drum
She had her skates didn't need lots of stuff
She didn't need it but she still wanted some
She had one thing that she liked and she kept around
She would take it with her to the riverbed
As she skated around she always thought of a pretty sound
That she heard as a girl in her mother's bed
The sound of some breathing another breath in and out
When some lungs expand and contract like they do
And she looked at herself in the ice of the riverbed and
She saw a girl one which she could see through