"Blessed"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
Us virgins fall apart for every wimp on wheels
But an RV park in winter tries my frozen smile
Is that snow or garbage floating in the air?
To see the other side of broken daydreams
We rely on the angle of light
You're here and you're staying but all
I see is air
Wrecked,
you move slow
Wrecked,
you think no orgy will take you
No beauty will have you
You're beating a path to the door
Whether you want to or not
I smell hippie food cooking, I asked for a dream
Look around us, where else could I go?
And it's more real than you could ever know
I'm home safely nowhere beneath an orange sky
The bitter cold is helping hurting people cry
You're here but you're walking and all I see is air
Blessed, you don't know
Blessed, you think no orgy will take you
No beauty will have you
You're beating a path to the door
Whether you want to or not
