i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
|
wrestle the pestle for the sake of the mortar
|
i love as i breathe and leave as i live
|
my cast iron shield's a titanium sieve
|
|
and a castle that's built on confusion and doubt
|
is a nickel within and a dollar without
|
just when the shoes seem so big i can't win
|
i fill my own sneakers and take off again
|
|
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
|
take all my pain and i mix it with water
|
it's sunny it's sweet and i don't purple stuff it
|
one day by the way i met little miss muffet
|
|
i blew my mind with the stuff that i taught her
|
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
|
i said if a spider should sit down beside you
|
tell him your name and then tell him the truth
|
|
a great hairy spider appeared there and then
|
and the holes in my soul started letting in wind
|
i felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter
|
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
|
|
she said i'm miss muffet i'm very afraid
|
but something inside me is making me stay
|
i know deep down that if i run away
|
i'll just meet more spiders and still feel the same
|
|
the spider he smiled and said how is this true
|
when i am so terribly smaller than you?
|
my web it just went in the way the wind blew
|
what i was in for i hadn't a clue
|
|
he touched her face gently with six of his legs
|
and licked from her chin a speck of curds and whey
|
when i was certain they'd both be okay
|
i tightened my laces and i walked away
|
|
as i walked away i was feeling excluded
|
wishing my impulses weren't diluted
|
the muscle i hustle is real for my friends
|
but the muscle i keep for myself is pretend
|
|
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
|
travel the land and i live like a martyr
|
the things that i do aren't the things that i teach
|
if i spend my time practicing when will i preach?
|
|
i do what i must as you do what you oughta
|
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
|
take all my pain and mix it with water
|
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
|
|
i'm lost and alone and i'm fair and i'm free
|
you am what you is and i are who i be
|
what i'm lacking in strength i make up for in smarts
|
you keep your stability i'll keep my heart
|
|
fear finds october emotions are juices
|
beat around bushes and make up excuses
|
go out for ceruleans come home with chartreuses
|
snip and cut bonsais and turn them to spruces
|
|
miss muffet called me and she said don't cry
|
real friends are friends until after they die
|
still i romanticize all this disorder
|
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
|
hop the next bus and run for the border
|
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
|
give you my life if you give me a quarter
|
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
|
|
so long it's been good to know ya
|
so long it's been good to know ya
|
so long it's been good to know ya
|
i've got to be moving along
|
|
-----------------
|
Wandering Daughter
|
| Kimya Dawson |
