LYRIC FOR SALE

By Josiah Vermont

I was a young girl from Missouri
Almost twenty-two
Packed my Jeep and headed West
with blue eyes I pledged love to
After the edge of the Pacific
where stars fall to be born
He left me for a Reseda girl
who knew him from before

La la laaa luhla, luhla, luhla
Lala lala laaa
La la laaa luhla, luhla, luhla
La la lala laaa

No one was waiting in Missouri
and nothing happens much back home
So I headed North driving the 99
fuelling up alone
And i don’t wish him any harm
‘Cause this is where your dreams come true
I just wish he’d said how he really felt
The same minute that he knew

Now I wait tables in Sacramento
Night time i serve drinks at the bar
Kelly said she has a spare room
Said “Hun, can’t live out of your car!”
If it’s a girl I’ll name her Karma
See each day my belly grows
But I’m not going back to Missouri
and where that boy is no one knows

I remember crossing the Mojave
Stopped at Barstow in the morn
Passed Joshua Trees and Prickly Pear
far from the fields of corn
Here a bright future is rising
I can see it in her eyes
They’re the colour of the Pacific
And there’s music in her cries

And I’m too old to not know better
but too young to be called wise
I’m still somebody’s daughter
even if I’m not your prize
You could have tried a little harder
than you care to realize
But now i have this golden redwood child
With deep Pacific eyes

La la laaa, luh la, luh la, luh la
Lala lala laaa
La la laaa, luh la, luh la, luh la
Lala lala laaa…