Was the the wreck? Was she last drag? Was she the little piece of mind you thought you once Was she the cure-all, or the disease? Was she the ransack, or the denim jeans?
Maybe the money the bad nights Maybe the deep wound left behind a bite Maybe the head hung a toilet seat Maybe the vampire searching for to bleed
Hey, whatever she wants to be Hey, that's whatever gonna be Out there the night Guess I'm the only boy she won't
Was she the dress drenched all in gasoline? Was she the new-age dog treat? Was she the warhead, or the Was she death itself, or comes after?
Maybe a Maybe the common Maybe the gray pulling on a cigarette Maybe the Maybe the a fortune teller with no-one there to read
And she waits, and she knows herself too She stares at her hands, but can't tell When good luck comes She packs up all her and jumps town
Was she the wife? Was she the Was she the only spell in that you've been under? Was she the broken string, or the symphony? Maybe the upright, perfectly
Maybe a tar pick up with ancient bone Maybe the footsteps you hear when home alone the prize bird losing its feathers Maybe the glue that just won't hold shit together
Was she the blood that means disaster? Maybe she's nothing close to what you think after When all at once, man, you and come to You know what it is that she was to you