For seven years she’s settled
For the hollow man
She’s digging out from under
With her own bare hands
She’s been holding her breath for all that time
Why should she trust one
When the last one
Painted rivers on her cheeks
For all to see?
The spoiled and ruined promise
Made for fertile ground
She plants her flowers on it
As the sun peeks out
She’s been under this cloud for all that time
Maybe the next one
Will be someone
Who can cure her soul’s disease
For all to see
And she’s back at the polls again
Crawled in the old machine with her hammer out
We knew she’d be
Back in the gears of it
The flaws and the old belief
That’s been hanging on for all that time