You think you're not worthy. I'd have to say I agree. I'm not worthy of you. You're not worthy of me. Which of us is deserving? Look at the human race. The whole planet at arm's length, and we don't deserve this place. What good is a poker face when you've got an open hand? I was supposed to be cool about this. Yeah, I remember cool was the plan. Tried to keep it all under wraps, but the wraps kept going slack. I keep turning round. I keep coming back. Give me a vertical, your horizontal line. I want to take each of them, bend them to divine. The world is too good for me. I am such a naughty girl. But when we're together, we're too good for this world. You think you're not worthy. I'd have to say I agree. I'm not worthy of you. You're not worthy of me. I'm not worthy of you. You aren't worthy of me...
14th street, the garbage swirls like a cyclone. Three o'clock in the afternoon and I am going home. F-train is full of high school students. So much shouting, so much laughter. Last night's underwear in my back pocket, sure sign of the morning after. Take me home. Take me home and leave me there. Think I'm gonna cry, don't know why. Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby. Feel free to listen. Feel free to stare. I live in New York, New York. City that never shuts up. In the daylight everything is so gory. You can hear snatches of strangers sorry stories. I moved there from Buffalo, but that's nothing. The Trico plant moved to Mexico. Left my uncle standing out in the cold. Said here's your last paycheck, have fun growing old. Take me home. Take me home and leave me there. Think I'm gonna cry, don't know why. Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby. Feel free to listen. Feel free to stare. Rockabye baby in the treetop. When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby cradle and all. Youth is beauty, money is beauty, hell, beauty is beauty sometimes. It's the luck of the draw, it's the natural law. It's a joke, it's a crime. I was bored, you were bored, it was a meeting of the minds. Now it's three in the afternoon and I can't leave too soon saying, "Thank you, I've had a nice time." Take me home. Take me home and leave me there. Think I'm gonna cry, don't know why. Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby. Feel free to listen. Feel free to stare. Rockabye baby in the treetop. When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby cradle and all. Rockabye baby in the treetop. When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby cradle and all. Maybe I'll live my whole life just getting by. Maybe I'll be discovered, maybe I'll be colonized. You can try to train me like a pet, you can try to teach me to behave. But I'll tell you, if I haven't learned it yet, I ain't gonna sit, I ain't gonna stay. Take me home. Take me home and leave me there. Think I'm gonna cry, don't know why. Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby. Feel free to listen. Feel free to stare.
I wish I didn't have this nervous laugh. I wish I didn't say half the stuff I say. I wish I could just learn to cover my tracks. I guess I'm not concerned about getting away. 'Cause every time I try to hold my tongue it slips like a fish from a line. They say if you want to play, you should learn how to play dumb. I guess I can't bring myself to waste your time. 'Cause we both know what I've been doing. I've been intentionally bad at lying. You're the only boy I ever let see through me. And I hope you believe me when I say I'm trying. And I hope I never improve my game. Yeah, I'd rather have these things weighing on my mind. And at the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame there must be a light of some kind. There must be a light of some kind. I must have blown a fuse or something cause it was so dark in my mind. She came up to me with the sweetest face and she was holding a light of some kind. And I still think of you as my boyfriend. I don't think this is the end of the world, but I think maybe you should follow my example and go meet yourself a really nice girl. In the end the world comes down to just a few people, but for you it comes down to one. But no one ever asked me if I thought I could be everything to someone. There's a crowd of people harbored in every person. There are so many roles that we play, and you've decided to love me for eternity. I'm still deciding who I want to be today.
The heat is so great. It plays tricks with the eye. It turns the road to water, and then from water to sky. And there's a crack in the concrete floor, and it starts at the sink. There's a bathroom in a gas station, and I've locked myself in it to think. And back in the city, the sun bakes the trash on the curb. The men are pissing in doorways, and the rats run in herds. I've got a dream of your face that scares me awake. I put too much on my table, and now I got too much at stake. And I might let you off easy. Yeah, I might lead you on. I might wait for you to look for me, and then I might be gone. It's where I come from, and where I'm going, and I'm lost in between. I might go up to that phone booth and leave a veiled invitation on your machine. And you'll stop me, won't you, if you've heard this one before? The one where I surprise you by showing up at your front door, saying "let's not ask what's next, or how, or why." I am leaving in the morning, so let's not be shy. The door opens, the room winces. The housekeeper comes in without a warning, and I squint at the muscular motel lady. Says "hey, good morning." And she jumps, her keys jingle and she leaves as quick as she came in and I roll over and taste the pillow with my grin. Well, the sheets are twisted and tangled and the heat is so great and I swear I can feel the mattress sinking underneath your weight. Oh, sleep is like a fever and I'm glad when it ends. And the road flows like a river and pulls me around every bend. The heat is so great. It plays tricks with the eye. It turns road to water, and water to sky. And there's a crack in the concrete floor, and it starts at the sink. There's a bathroom in a gas station, and I've locked myself in it to think.
I am not a pretty girl. That is not what I do. I ain't no damsel in distress, and I don't need to be rescued. So put me down punk. Maybe you'd prefer a maiden fair. Isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere? I am not an angry girl, but it seems like I've got everyone fooled. Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger and never to their own fear. And imagine you're a girl, just trying to finally come clean, knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty and smiling. And I am sorry I am not a maiden fair. And I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere. And generally my generation wouldn't be caught dead working for the man. And generally I agree with them. Trouble is, you gotta have yourself an alternate plan. And I have earned my disillusionment. I have been working all of my life. And I am a patriot. I have been fighting the good fight. And what if there are no damsels in distress. What if I knew that and I called your bluff? Don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down whether or not you ever show up? I am not a pretty girl. I don't want to be a pretty girl. No, I want to be more than a pretty girl.