Frances Quinlan Went To La
Yes I still worry about it
Out of self preservation
Did I begin with tenderness
The cannibal dragged his son into the kitchen
Outside the deaf man fleeing the barn
Abandoning every father's image
Sure, sure I went to la
Together with my maid
She was awful quiet
Her hands were shaking in the donkey's mane
I went to la
Searching for my own face
I couldn't find it in the dry toothy maw of the lake
Heaven is a second
Heaven is
Thought you summoned horses
Thought you summoned childhood
Oh the humiliation of having been perfectly understood
If I could observe beyond every open mouth
Men always end up telling you the truth
I can see it now
Every night is a lesson
Down a long hallway
Good God, this house
Get me away
Sure, sure, sure I went to la
What other choices could I make?
I sing along the road
An idiotic smile on my face
I went to la
It was easy in the first place
Wait, wasn't I with a friend?
What difference does it make?
The owner of the laundromat
Gave me a ride home, she said
She saw me coming alone
Heaven is a second
Heaven is a second chance
