Was the the train Was she your drag? Was she the piece of mind you thought you once had? Was she the cure-all, or the disease? Was she the ransack, or the good jeans?
Maybe the money Maybe the bad Maybe the deep wound left behind a spider the head hung inside a toilet seat Maybe the vampire searching for someone to
Hey, it's whatever she to be Hey, that's she's gonna be Out there roaming the Guess I'm the boy she won't bite
Was she the wedding dress all in gasoline? Was she the new-age dog treat? Was she the warhead, or the Was she itself, or whatever comes after?
a suckerpunch Maybe the thread Maybe the gray pulling on a cigarette Maybe the Maybe the Maybe a fortune with no-one there to read
And she waits, and she knows herself too She stares at her hands, but still can't When good luck comes She packs up all her cards and town
Was she the wife? Was she the Was she the only spell in life that been under? Was she the broken string, or the symphony? Maybe the upright, out-of-key
Maybe a tar pick filled up ancient bone Maybe the footsteps you when you're home alone Maybe the prize bird losing its the glue that just won't hold your shit together
Was she the moon that means disaster? Maybe she's nothing close to what you you're after When all at once, man, you and come to You know what it is that she was to you