That sparkle in her eye
That quiet anger that seems to gather crowds
As she sits alone, in the cold
Her hands pink from the pressure,
She looks to the ground
As the people just gather.

Ready to hear the latest verse
That is spun out of control from her mouth
She has it in her veins she has it in her hands
As they are exposed to the cold
She feels it vibrating through her.
And the people continue to concur
To her words and her song.

She holds memories inside her torn up pocket
She hasn’t had a drink in eleven years
Yet she has inebriated crowds and they drawer nearer and nearer
To hear her holy words.

There’s spit out gum on the ground
And I feel my soul being spit out with the gum
There is no place to hide
Her eyes, they see all
Her heart is shaped like a mixing bowl
It catches the things that fly by
And makes something beautiful.

Oh woman with the dirty old wool coat
Why do you sit there and smoke and smoke
Your voice, so raspy and sweet
Come to my fingers, come to my words and kiss me.
Kiss me harder then you push on your strings
Kiss me to push all this emotion back inside me
To keep me sane, to keep me from becoming
Someone that you pass on the street
Sitting and counting bricks
With my back towards society.
Only to give it to the man in the sky
Ask him all these questions
About who, what, where, when, how and why?
Send me rain as a sign.

She spits out more rhymes and I am tapping my foot in time
To the on-going sound of her cigarette being flicked
It gives my eyes a slight twitch
And my fingers turn yellow
At the smell of her hello as it falls from her mouth
To mine.

Oh woman in the clouds
Wont you come down?
My knees hurt from falling on the ground.
And I need you to pick me up, and take me home with you.