Xaviera

Can't get ‘round the news, now you’ve ditched the car, why no one tells the truth, you wave at the Metro, talk of making parts, leave me with the loans, I haven't got a clue, where your heaven's are, what I’m going to do, everything we call home, glistens on the tar, the children watch alone, I sing hopeless tunes, trapped within my heart, everything turns blue, you leave us here to moan, as if I was some tart, make jelly of our bones, truth’s a broken cart.