Из альбома: Little Earthquakes
From in the shadow she calls,
And in the shadow she finds a way,
And in the shadow she crawls,
Clutching her faded photograph.
My image under her thumb
Yes with a message for my heart.
She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
And in the doorway they stay
And laugh as violins fill with water
Screams from bluebells can't make them go away
Well I'm Not Seventeen but I've cuts on my knees
Falling down as the winter takes one more cherry tree.
Rushing rivers thread so thin
Limitations dream with the flying pigs
turbid blue and the drugstores
too safe in their coats anda in their do's
yeah smother in our hearts a pillow to my dots
She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
And in the mist there she rides
and castles are burning in my heart
and as I twist I hold tight
and I ride to work every morning
wondering why
"sit in a chair and be good now"
and become all that they told told you
the white coats enter her room
and I'm callin' my baby
callin' my baby callin'
She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own