No Name #4 (Live at Umbra Penumbra, 9/17/1994)

For a change, she got out before he hurt her bad
Took her records and clothes and pictures of her
Boy, it really made her sad
Packed it up and didn't look back

I'm okay, let's just forget all about him

The car was cold and it smelled like old cigarettes and pine
In her bag, I saw things she drew when she was nine
Like this one here; her alone, nobody near

What a shame, let's just not talk about it

No, it doesn't look like you, but you did wear cowboy boots
That's your fame, there's no question about it

Once we got back inside with one ear to the ground
I was ready to hide 'cause I don't know who's around
And you look scared

It's our secret, do not tell, okay?
Let's just not talk about it
Don't tell, okay? Let's just forget all about it



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Writer(s): Steven Paul Smith
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