Never Felt the Kick

Lola She pulls at her hair in the dark Sharp recoil at the slightest remark Vowed unchanged but afraid The bite might out-suffer the bark Will only Hold a heart if she knows of its trick Her poor mother the doubt makes her sick But someday petty revisionists will claim That she never felt The kick Quick Somebody's callin' I know what you came for For the love of god give me a moment Carves her name into the wall There've been uglier traces Than that tribute scrawl Lola Is told to enjoy the alone Like the longing won't gnaw through the bone Those are awful wide windows And this house without heart's not a home She can't bear one more tie to the phone It's a pain but it's hers So she sits and she stirs and she wants And she wants And she wants And she wants And she wants And she wants And she wants And she yearns Quick Somebody's callin' Oh I know what you came for For the love of god give me a moment Carves her name into the wall There've been uglier traces Than that tribute scrawl