Sarah's sitting on the stairs
and her mother tries to braid her hair
but her hands are full, the hairs are hard to cross
It's hot outside in summertime
and mother pours sugar in her wine
and talks about the wedding ring she's lost
it was given to her second hand by her one true lover
the man who was her husband, and the father of her daughter
with him she'd go out every night, in 4-inch padded leather heels
They'd two-step, but she's always lead and every chord was a melody
Her mother says no regrets with a mentholated ciggarette
So yesterday's no better than today
It's true you can't afford to cry
For every dream that's dropped and died
The sky's just as solid as we thought
And Sarah thinks about the shoes
and the happiness she's bound to lose
the boys the baroom of her future
but Sarah dreams of far away
of hope without a razorblade
where roads stay clean and given isn't taken
She'll shoot down all the angels
with the liars on their shoulders
Forgiveness it's for s**ers
and kindness gets you nowhere
She swore she'd leave this one horse town
need just a little money
She'll find a job and cut her hair
a greyhound bus to anywhere
She's had her things packed up for years
The days will pa** like mother's tears fallen
in a weak gla** of whiskey
Her things in hand she's at the door
but those 4-inch heals on the floor
she knows that they'll be perfect for her journey