Hands turn to mice My watery eyes sway My bones melted inside me And I closed my anvil eyelids
I didn't even want to come in My ears rang in the room And the drums and trumpets Played to my entrance and Saying, "Boy, you look homeless And you look useless What are you doing here?"
But useless I am not I can use what I've got And I threw it all around with my voice And she joined in with me I swear, almost killed me And would have probably If the kids weren't listening.
