panic attack

You put the records on
You push the buttons
You take your memory back
Down that tired highway ten

Just close your eyes
Swallow the tears
Maybe you'll wake up driving
Through that tunnel again

And you'll hold your breath
Like you always do

And you'll open your eyes
To the blinding Blue

Of the Santa Monica sea
And the beggar at the light

Where you passed on the groove
From your car turning right

Don't think of it tonight
Don't think of it tonight

Everything will be alright

Dream a sweet vision of a flower in its vase
Beautiful, helpless in its place
Cut from its source

It would have died in water or land
Time is short, give me your hand
Rebirth comes to everyone

Everything will be alright

sono donna*

I passed them in their clouds of smoke
I am a woman now
Leave the fuming trails behind
Twisting in the air
I can't compare, I can't compare!--
My husband to hers
As if my lover was worse
As if I were under some curse
Why am I so calm
With a man and his knife?
My heart is soft
My heart us hard
Remember the days when I laughed

I looked at a divorced man

I looked at a dead one, too

And when I looked at the sick man

I felt his sickness through

My blood, through my bone

And a strange sensation of being alone

In this marriage

In this house that is not a home

I am half mother

I am half child

Escort me down in the dark