Somewhere down
A ways from here
Answers to, "Hey you"
Laughs at nothing
Never comes
To the door dressed.

Soul can wait
Marbles made like lemonade
Paper icing
With a cherry top that
Won't go down, no
Spit it out

You're a heathen.

Somewhere up
The road from here
Shuts herself in her room
Chants out something
Never had
Sense to move on.