Ani DiFranco - Recoil

Come home and my guitar

Has nothin to say to me

I recoil from all my friends

And then I'm in misery

Been so long since I've been held

Really since I was his

Probably just need to be held

That's probably all it is

Course, then I think of my dad

Who time travels mostly now

Back to when he was free

And holding out hope somehow

Who sits all day in a line

Of wheelchairs against a wall

Inventing ways to play out time

Like us all

Like us all

To all the people out there tonight

Who are comforting themselves

If you should happen to see my light

You can stop and ring my bell

I'm just sittin here in this sty

Strewn with half written songs

Taking one breath at a time

Nothin much going on

Nothin much going on

Little flashing zero

On my answering machine

Rats scratching at my brain

Brain shuffling its feet

Yes I have my father's heart

It may or may not keep on trying

Can't really tell you what it is

Keeps me this side of that dark line

But I'm not there to take care of him

And I'm not here to take care of me

I'm going outside to watch the house burn down

Across the street

I'm going outside to watch the house burn down

Across the street

To all the people out there tonight

Who are comforting themselves

If you should happen to see my light

You can stop and ring my bell

I'm just sitting here in this sty

Strewn with half written songs

Taking one breath at a time

Nothin much going on

Nothin much going on

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