Bob Gaulke - Spring Lyrics
She couldn't wait for spring says,'you don't know how to live'Took a plane southSent her credit to hellHad enough logicHad enough fearNo more midnight callsI get one postcard card a yearShe couldn't wait for springShe let her hair go longBurnt all her suitsBought a dozen thongsHer place is emptyHere in the darkThere are plenty new bodiesAll without her sparkWhere are my people?Where is my place?That's what she sangIn her cube at the bank.She's in the armsOf some latin manMaking a dollar a dayBinding books by handSold off her carSold off her houseLives with twenty tango shoesAnd a see-through blouseShe couldn't wait for springBurned all her booksCd's went nextWe got concernedShe never answers email,She's never at homeSomebody told meShe's been disownedWhere are my people?Where is my place?That's what she sangIn her cube at the bank