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Ani Difranco

Sitting in my glass house While your ghost is sleeping down the hall Watching little birds fly Kamikaze missions into the walls Think I'm gonna stay in

Wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin' Plannin' and dreamin' each night of his charms That won't get you into his arms So if you're looking to find

Standing just outside The circle of light Avoiding the pool cues Watching the game Waiting for you Hanging in the doorway Like smoke Like mistletoe This

by DAR WILLIAMS (NOT Ani DiFranco) Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday, Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place

you wander into the forest following that shiny red ball and by the time you looked up you were lost, that's not all instead of being the hero boy he

{So, okay} {o, lastly, well, we were supposed to be here last night I mean, not and you're late, no} {We were supposed to be in this town, sleeping

Instrumental

well your arms hang parallel to the curtains your gaze falls perpendicular to the floor your resign yourself to the hurting the lines in your brow are

Second intermission Anticipation You know the third act Small talk drops out of the play You're standing in the lobby Tightening your tourniquet Waiting