from in the shadow she calls and in the
shadow she finds a way finds a way and in the shadow she CRAWLS clutching her
faded photograph my image UNDER her thumb yes with a message for my heart yes
with a message for my heart she’s been everybody else’s girl maybe one day
she’ll be her own everybody else’s girl maybe one day she’ll be her own and
in the doorway they stay and laugh as violins fill with water screams from the
BLUEBELLS can’t make them go away well I’m not seventeen but I’ve cuts on my
knees falling down as the winter takes one more CHERRY TREE rushin’ rivers
thread so thin limitation dreams with the flying pigs turbid blue and the
drugstores too safe in their coats anda in their do’s yeah smother in our
hearts a pillow to my dots one day maybe one day one day she’ll be her own and
in the mist there she rides and castles are burning in my heart and as I twist
I hold tight and I ride to work every morning wondering why “sit in the chair
and be good now” and become all that they told you the white coats enter her room
and I’m callin’ my baby callin’ my baby callin’ my baby callin’ everybody
else’s girl maybe one day she’ll be her own...
"The beginnings were composed on an old upright piano in Virginia. It's horribly out of tune, which is one of the things I love about it. The chorus was written but that's about it. I threw it down on tape and forgot about it. Months later, I was cleaning the house (truly a happening) and was throwing tapes away. Eric intercepted this one out of a pile. I was chopping onions in the kitchen, he brought it in and said, 'Listen' -- I did."
Tori Amos, Little Earthquakes Songbook
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