Even In A Town of Seven Churches (Odds Are Even)

EVEN IN A TOWN OF SEVEN CHURCHES (ODDS ARE EVEN) At your stepmother’s vacuumed mansion They unplugged your magic wand You grew smaller than your shadow Learned other ways to turn it on But, hey___ don’t get caught Without a chair when the music stops You know what that’s all about. Designer potholes in the kitchen Old logos on your dress Thrift store becomes so much more When others say it looks like less Escaping on your own Is harder than the talk With shoulders soft from backpacks you carried It’s well known You walked the widow’s walk Long before you were even married Standing outside another’s limelight Igniting matches with an open nerve Odds are even in a town of seven churches No one will get what they deserve Spring will bring daffodils and violets There’s a rusty cycle everyone wants to save But come on back, throw away your silence We’ll plant a pink slip on the step family grave