Lydia

At the clinic, wondering what your face would be like
Mascara bleeding into my eyes
Tied like a dog on a chain with
Midlife crisis and an ex-husband

Sneaking a Marlboro Ultra Light
I stole from a nurse out there in the alley
Halfway home is where the heart is
And I'm halfway home

White trash, trailer trash
They said you'd always be it
And you said, "One day you'll see"
But lately, you start to wonder
If maybe they were right

Spit in you at school outside
And in the locker room and in the bathroom too
Locked you in the stall
Bless this mess, can I bum a light?

The cars out on the LA freeway
They look like red and white
Christmas lights strung out on a chain
The ex-virgin Mary of 49th street
Has a pocket full of pills

She sold herself for synthetic heroin
And started sleeping with a man twice her age
Really though, it was anything but sleeping

Nice neighbors
Bad cough
No health insurance this year
Transitional neighborhood

Gentrification comes like it always does
And some nice condos, they go in
But the needles in the alley
They're still layin' there

Don't go barefoot or take a nap out there
Wear shoes, if you have 'em
Undercover methadone clinic
Children, close your eyes

Say a lullaby
Think of a nursery rhyme
Or maybe something your mama used to tell you
When you couldn't sleep

Jill fell down
When the bow breaks
Oh, the cradle will fall

Down will come baby
Down will come baby
Down will come baby
Just put out the cigarette

Just make a decision, Lydia
Just make a decision, it's yours

Close your eyes and make a wish
Hear the whisper of God
He used to talk like you
You used to see his face in the clouds
Now I see your face in my mind

It's wrong for him to want it
Bless this mess, brush your hair
Fix yourself up real nice
You've got a show tonight

Singing down at the Broken Bottle
Half waiting shifts
Get the guys a couple of beers
Go on, get the food
Living off tips and meth

Then I came home after dancing one night
And I wrecked my car
So you had to take a bus now
So you've got a long walk to think about it

A long walk to the station
A long life ahead to live with yourself
So think about it, Lydia
So think about it, Lydia