Is It Safe To Gnaw Through The Straps Now? (ericcoleman) wrote,
Is It Safe To Gnaw Through The Straps Now?
ericcoleman

This is what happens when I listen to Mary Chapin Carpenter

I find parallels in my life, and in the lives of those around me, as you should with a truly great songwriter.



You Win Again
I'm standing here freezing in a phone booth, baby
In the middle of god-knows-where
I've got one quarter left, your machine picks up
But baby I know you're there
And I just start crying 'cause it makes no sense
To waste these words and twenty-five cents on a losing game
Baby, you win again

I've been turning it over and over again
Like a stone I'm waiting to wish on
I've been holding my breath, just wondering when
You'll make some sort of decision
To let me in or to let me go
I always lose if I never know where I fit in
Baby, you win again

I can't be right if I'm always wrong
I can't stand up if I'm always kneeling
At your altar or at your throne
You could show just a little feeling for who I am
Baby, you win again

Last night I dreamed we were standing here
On the corner of Love and Heartache
You jumped into your car, you found first gear
And baby, I felt the earth shake
And I woke up trembling with my heart in my throat
'Cause there's never a look, a word, or a note at the bitter end
Baby, you win again

I can't be right if I'm always wrong
I can't stand up if I'm always kneeling
At your altar or at your throne
You could show just a little feeling for who I am
Baby, you win again

He Thinks He'll Keep Her
She makes his coffee, she makes his bed
She does the laundry, she keeps him fed
When she was twenty-one she wore her mother's lace
She said "forever" with a smile upon her face
She does the car-pool, she PTAs
Doctors and dentists, she drives all day
When she was twenty-nine she delivered number three
And every Christmas card showed a perfect family

Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design
Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her
Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find
God forbid you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her

She packs his suitcase, she sits and waits
With no expression upon her face
When she was thirty-six she met him at their door
She said I'm sorry, I don't love you anymore

Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design
Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her
Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find
God forbid you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her

For fifteen years she had a job and not one raise in pay
Now she's in the typing pool at minimum wage
Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design

Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her
Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find
At least until you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her
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