Wake in the morning, we been talking about reflection and sitting on a tree. Heard what you said though, moving southward to apartment no body can leave. Sun has woken, up above there from the beach light staring at me. A mirror, a mountain, standing beer cans, honey go there and there they be. Hear them talkin' about me well, I ain't no daughter of these halls, I'm just myself and no one else. Hear them talkin' about me well, and I date the youngest of three but no one cares. Let curses be cured down here…\"