Washingtonís on the one
Iím in the middle of speaking
And youíre under the gun
Seething, leave it to the lone nut
Itís unappealing in someone so young
Plaintive, youíre feeling so washed up
And you mean it when you say youíre done
Five lanes of freeway
But itís all gone dark
You called to say youíre gonna run
Well, Can you wait?
Can you stand it?
Are you brave or are you scared straight?
She didnít want you to:
Speak right, be strong, act nice, take so long
Call time, seem tired, leave mad, get so wired
Maybe you belong to someone
Maybe you have finally met them
Maybe smoke belongs in the sky
Maybe I hate it when you cry
You were hurt so you got hard
You were cursed and scolded and scared
You were searched for, then ignored
You want to burn the liars?
Youíll set us both on fire
Youíre faking, so Iím pretend sleeping
Waiting for this to be fun
Itís true little miss mean mini-bar guard
Weíre gonna have to try something new
Let me breath fire down on you