"Milk Street"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
You are good, you are kind
You are drunk all the time
But never drunk enough, as you're
Battered by the underside
Of what we swore we wanted
And bothered by the crapshoot
That has put you half to sleep
A sorely needed sleep
I'll hang outside the door all night
I'll bang on the door all night
You are good, you are brave
No matter what you say
But never brave enough, as you're
Trying to sheild your glass newborn
From the dodgeballs, and
Aching for children that you have never seen
It's still a tragedy
It's still a tragedy
It's still a tragedy
