Elegy - Paula Cole

Who is this hurting mother?

Don’t want to be her now

Who in the hell’s that sad reflection?

How did I lose myself?

How many times I walk the river, wondering what life’s for

Sobbing beneath the staid performance

Too scared to let it out

Duty calls… duty calls…

Who is this hurting daughter

Going down the rabbit hole?

Falling into a crushing darkness

Shedding skins of the soul

How many times I walk the river, wanting to lose myself?

Weight of an overcoat of sorrow

Too sensitive for this world

Duty call… duty calls…

Time to do the drop off, time to make the meals

Time to greet the neighbors, be a perfect ten

Smiling in the exterior, but nervous and distressed

Plodding on this treadmill, take another pill

Start another morning, wake to the alarm

Rise up in the darkness, get inside the car

Join the rank and file, thousands in the flow

Minnows on the freeway, on and on it goes…

I don’t want to go

I don’t want to live this

I don’t want this life

There is more than this

Who is that serious child

The one left alone?

Mother is in the kitchen crying again

No use to ask for help

So it goes… so it goes…