Frances Quinlan Lean
"Leeza, show them your doll"
A tiny face up on the balcony
Of a capuchin
I wonder what happened after the fed-up remaining staff all stormed in
Was she free of her master, released?
Or handed to a kinder custodian at least?
Nonetheless upon the sight of her
Your group sped off
Leaving behind
A doomed lord looking down from the top
Jessie, I still can't stand hearing the truth
Let's have one more about other countries
I know you have to get up early
But it's what I need
Wish I could have caught
The expression of the captain
Upon waiting for the ship hand with whom he, through email, corresponded
Only to see you pull the truck door open and
Reach out to shake his hand
Jessie
Can I crash here with you tonight?
I know my contribution's been lean
Woman, love follows where you've been
Your legs can take it just a few more times
I know it isn't fair
Stories struggle for air
And I need yours
More than ever
(Climb one more mountain for me, woman)
