I know this girl, as pretty as can be.
Sign of an Aquarius, she was born on the 18th.
UFOs, snakes and spiders give her the creeps.
She's got a half-life, a half-smile, and lives in semi-luxury,
Questions God, drugs and bullets, and the high school beauty queen.
She's courageous but scared to death,
But that's what courage means.
She's looking for some courage.
She feels faithless, she feels earthless,
She wants to run.
She's struggling for purpose. I tell her,
"Hang in, oh it's worth it.
You've just begun."
Her bedroom is her temple,
Her books and stereo her muse,
And she feels humbled by this equation
And sets fire to all her shoes.
Not because of Henry Miller;
She's just not leaving anytime soon.
And as the smoke pours out her window,
An image forms behind the moon,
And it looks like the face of Jesus,
but if it's Jesus, she needs proof.
At the heart of the matter, the matter of fact, the science of matter:
[We all hope it's true].
She's looking for some courage.
She feels faithless, she feels earthless,
She wants to run.
She's struggling for purpose. I tell her,
"Hang in, oh it's worth it.
You've just begun."
Is it possible not to heart it?
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