By Ani Difranco, they caught the last poor man on a poor man's
By Ani Difranco, if the mattress was a table top
and the bed sheet
By Ani Difranco, growing up, it was just me and my mom against
By Ani Difranco, come, come away
come away from
come away from it
come, come away
come
By Ani Difranco, from the depth of the pacific
to the height of everest
and
By Ani Difranco, in walked a man in the shape of a man
holding
By Ani Difranco, in the jukebox of her memory
the list of names flips
By Ani Difranco, it's not so much that we got closer
it's that her
By Ani Difranco, you cease to smell the steel plant after you've lived
By Ani Difranco, points the spire of the steeple
but god's work isn't done
By Ani Difranco, virtue is relative at best
there's nothing worse than a sunset
when
By Ani Difranco, Come, come away
Come away from, come away from it
Come, come
By Ani Difranco, Up, up, up, up, up, up points the
Spire of the
