verse 1: It's only 6am, some girl's walking up hills in San Francisco Where's the mist? The wind breathes past the quarter pike above her neck she had a wish though she insists that everyone around that sees her gentle face will turn into stone never speak to her or anyone who prays to just be broken like a wishbone, 'cause we are weak. I think you're gonna be, Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady I think you're gonna be, Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady I think you're gonna be ooooo------kay.... verse 2: And every step she takes her tears make her appear like a pretty mime. No one blinks The morning glow has kissed the streams upon her face and now it's half-nine. an old man winks She sees him sitting there upon a wooden chair right in the middle of the road And this guy looks at her and turns not into stone, but smiles a little So she shows him all the bruises and the scars across her body there on purpose She still stands Still the old man sits and checks and prays for her, but she ain't nervous. Holds her hand I think you're gonna be, Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady I think you're gonna be, Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady I think you're gonna be, I think you're gonna be, Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady I think you're gonna be ooooo----------kay.... Hooooooooooooooooooooo Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooohh kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.. -7~--------7~------------------- -----10~---9~------------------- -7h8~------------------2~~------ ----------------------1~~------- ---------------------2~~-------- -----------0~------------------- There's just that little ending... Or you can just fade out..