[genzoman]

she said god let her down and she dont consider herself no christian
she drew her lines in the sand without even measuring the distance
to her faith, her friends, she was alone, she was cryin and closeted
the tides took her lines out to sea now shes back where she started

she thinks the world spins as a joke and its told to keep her from livin
or maybe lovin, she wasnt sure but as its turnin shes turnin with it
and her backs to the wall and her eyes down cryin an ocean
shes sick to her stomach from the feeling of all the commotion

she never remembered her footprints mirrored in the sand
or the night it was just right when romeo kissed her in spain
the sun's done nothing but shine for days
but she cant quit talking about the rain

he was born with a target on his chest, or so he thought
counted the money the he dropped not the kisses that he cought
blamed it on the working mans blues and the rich had it right
but his wishes were riches, not kisses and he wished every night