Sandra’s Stuff

Sandra’s stuff’s on the lawn

People are staring

The fuzz has been called

Sandra has lost the plot

And both her shoes



I was somebody’s lover

Daughter and mother

Oh, I was somebody’s

I was somebody

I was somebody’s

I was somebody’s

And now my yellow boot’s on the lawn

Oh, people are staring



Sandra’s stuff’s on the lawn

You’d think there’d be memories

There are some, but mostly a tremble

A static cling she can’t cut free

Oh, so she swims in it

That house where his nose wrinkled

How she wanted out

How it felt so quickly

How she still sees his face sometimes in dreams

Suspended on a silver platter

Gleaming

How it’s only dust or it’s gone

Oh, but where are you baby?



When I’ve been floating

I never know it

‘Til it’s long gone

I had this bad dream

That somebody loves me for all that rot

When I’m not

What I’d hoped to be



But there’s a hole in my bucket

Oh, there’s a hole in my bucket, mom

There’s a hole in my bucket

Can’t no monkey fill it

There’s a hole

Oh, there’s a hole

All of the time

Tell me you’re mine

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Oh, my love

Oh, my love