Grave Or Gold, (She's Still A World Class Digger)

i woke up in a cradle like a casket with you
to "true blue"s,
and "baby boy rests his head"s.
I'll still bloom into you're room
with more poise than he ever could.

you can keep telling yourself I'm not your only one
but, good luck, finding sucker number...?
I won't bother you, any more, than you bothered to care.
broken record mend my head

'cause yellow brick road, you're only a way home
and there's no place like on my own
"tin head" till do us part
in the sense you're falling in love, or falling apart

they say "you're on fire."
but the kid casts tears on umbrella smiles
and i'm the press, cameras out, waiting to catch you burn up, on arrival

you can keep telling yourself I'm not your only one
but, good luck, finding sucker number...?
I won't bother you, any more, than you bothered to care.
broken record mend my head

'cause yellow brick road, you're only a way home
and there's no place like on my own
"tin head" till do us part
in the sense you're falling in love, or falling apart