i'm detraining in penn station
to meet you face to face
and there it is, just like the pictures
i would know it anywhere
it asks me if i'm hungry
takes me to veg city
i start drawing on my place mat
think the trouble starts there
cuz there it is, in purple crayon
a damn fine likeness
and i wonder if a tribute done in crayon is too kind
so i start slinging mud at hemingway and
my ex-husband
by the time we get to him
i sense i'm leaving you behind
is it because i am not pretty
i'm not from new york city
and i beat your ass at scrabble
when i really meant to lose
or because i'm not the woman
who would memorize john milton
and you think you're gonna get the chance to choose
well baby
paradise is further than a train ride
with a layover in albany
heaven's in the faces i see
when i close my eyes
were you seeing me
ever
we go back to your apartment
your dog just loves me
you say your dog loves everyone
but see, she loves me more
and you offer marijuana
which you choke on like a novice
and i smoke it through my nose
which you have never seen before
then i try to teach you yoga
get you standing on one foot
and i watch you topple over
and i laugh because i'm stoned
but i notice you're not smiling
you're not finding me beguiling
i can tell by your expression
that you wish i'd just go home
is it because i am not pretty
i'm not from new york city
and i beat your ass at scrabble when i really meant to lose
or because i'm not the woman
who would memorize john milton
and you think you're gonna get the chance to choose
well baby
paradise is further than a train ride
with a layover in albany
heaven's in the faces i see
when i close my eyes
were you seeing me
ever
© 2004 paula pryce