Ani Difranco - Coming Up Lyrics
Our father who art in a penthouseSits in his 37th floor suiteAnd swivels to gaze downAt the city he made me inHe allows me to stand andSollicit graffiti untilHe needs the land I stand onI in my darkened thresholdAm pawing through my pocketsThe receipts, the bus schedulesThe matchbook phone numbersThe urgent napkin poemsAll of which laundering has renderedPulpy and strangeLoose change and a keyAsk meGo ahead, ask me if I careI got the answer hereI wrote it down somewhereI just gotta find itI just gotta find itSomebody and their spraypaint got too closeSomebody came on too heavyNow look at me made uglyBy the drooling lettersI was better off aloneAint that the way it isThey dont know the first thingBut you dont know thatUntil they take the first swingMy fingers are red and swollen from the coldIm getting bold in my old ageSo go ahead, try the doorIt doesnt matter anymoreI know the weakhearted are strongwilledAnd we are being kept aliveUntil were killedHes up there the iceIs clinking in his glassI dont askI just empty my pockets and waitIts not fateIts just circumstanceI dont fool myself with romanceI just livePhone number to phone numberDusting them against my thighsIn the warmth of my pocketsWhich whisper history incessantlyAsking meWhere were youI lower my eyesWishing I could cry moreAnd care less,Yes its true,I was trying to love someone again,I was caught caring,Bearing weightBut I love this city, this stateThis country is too largeAnd whoevers in charge up thereHad better take the elevator downAnd put more than change in our cupOr else weAre comingUp
