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