4pm she's got a corkscrew in her hands and a bottle between her legs She light's a candle, lights some incense, lights a cigarette and she turns to me and says "Hey baby will you help me? I think tomorrow I'm gonna start writing all this down" But I know come tomorrow she won't be anywhere to be found She said "I coulda been anything I wanted, my friends all say I could have evn been a model" ...yeah Then she says "Someday" and then she says "Someway I'll write The Great American Novel" Mark Twain, Hemingway, Salinger, Roth and Bellow, Sometimes she'll even recite Bright Eyes Or Leonard Cohen, or Jonathan Franzen or Dave Eggers even long after the sunrise She'll play Rufus, M. Ward, Wilco, Ryan Adams, and other names I can't recall She's got books strewn all across her apartment floor and man I know she's headed for a fall She said "Maybe I'll write about a seagull and a sailor or about how far it is to finally reach the bottom" yeah And then she says "Someday", then she says "Someway I'll write the Great Ameican novel" She said "Maybe I'll write about the loneliness of a lone assassin Maybe I'll write about the Antabellum South Maybe it'll be about the Have Nots and Havins Or maybe about a circus boy born without a mouth" She mumbles and stumbles and speaks with her hands and covers her mouth when she talks She said last night she thought about ending it all She put down her empty glass and into the kitchen she walks Do you think she to get a knife... or a gun? My guess is she went to get another bottle... yeah... Maybe sommeday, maybe someway she'll write the Great American Novel