You act like a baby, you talk like a fool
Get out of this house
Go back to your mama, go back to high school
Get out of this house.
(Shawn Colvin, “Get Out of This House,” A Few Small Repairs)
Or, if I’m feeling a little more reflective,
Sometimes I see the half and not the whole
Sometimes I see the face and not the soul
Sometimes I think this place has no part
For anyone who ever had a heart.
(Shawn Colvin, “New Thing Now.” A Few Small Repairs)
When I’m tired of the radio and CD, I make up my own songs to sing. I will never,
ever sing those to anybody. Except maybe to my cats.