She laughs when she thinks her whole life could fit in her car
And she could drive it wherever she wanted
But she knows that she will never get that far
This suffering's hers and she will flaunt it right in their face in that place where they condemn her soul with their smiles that are so curt
You know she always smiles at the mirror that way
It's there to remind her of the hurt
And in her mind is a mixture of the sacred and profane
And sometimes she wonders if the two are not the same
And deep inside that Babylon she's building like she just can't stop
She'll go on climbing even though she knows Heaven's not at the top
And she'll let her mind wonder for what seems like forty years, and never find the Promised land, even though it's in her hands
She takes everything she hears to her heart and gives it a room
And most times it sends her reeling
Her heart is pregnant with the graves of stillborn love
Cause she imbues every word with meaning
Now she will search for her Messiah in the comfort of her bed
To try to learn to take all the blame
You know she tried to look up his number when he left her that time before, but God didn't tell her his last name