Marian Call - Good Old Girl Lyrics
She's a good old girlA good old girlShe's lived too long and seen too muchAll over scabs and scars and suchBut she's a pretty girlKinda pretty girlIf you ***** your head and squintIf you recognize the prints of space and timeDoing what they doShepherding her throughSpace will slow her strideTime will turn her tideIt's far too much to takeBut my girl don't know when to breakSo she'll make, she'll make her wayShe's a good old girlShe'll fly trueHer structure's soundHer clock is woundThrough mistreatment and neglectShe'll give whatever she's got leftAnd she's run agroundShe's run agroundBut on the weakest breath of windShe'll up and navigate the din of love and liesDoing what they doShepherding her throughTruth will stem her prideAnd time will turn her tideIt's far too much to takeBut my girl don't know how to breakSo she'll make, she'll make her wayShe's a good old girlShe'll fly trueShe's a good old girlMy good old girlShe's lived too long and seen too muchBut still responds to the right touchAnd she's a pretty girlSuch a pretty girlIn the presence of her painYou can't hear nothin' but the rain of space and timeDoing what they doShepherding her throughSpace will slow her strideAnd time will tell she's triedIt's far too much to takeBut my girl don't know when to breakSo she'll make, she'll make her wayShe'll make her wayShe's good.
