Junior from Lach Today by Lach

Junior

Junior's in the city and her heart is all a treble
She's been scouting out all the wrong places to be
This one last chance to get it all together
Was blown before she even got an answering machine

Now her rent is late and her period is later
And Percodan and aspirin might as well be the same damn thing
All those Velvet songs of glory just told her half the story
Loneliness and boredom are the flipside of those dreams

God, there must be people somewhere far from the clock's cruel stare
She senses they're presence in music, art and song
And they got voices full of wings and faith thick as bone
And all their answers feel like she's coming home

Junior's in the city and her brain is a rebel
It's been feeding her lines from a dog-eared script
This one last chance to keep it all together
It seems so hard when she's so ripped

Hey, Junior, there's an answer that no pop song can deliver
I'm sorry but it has to do with time and space and God
Let no one tell you different but Mother Mary and Mrs. Einstein
Both thought their kids were a little odd

God, there must be people somewhere far from the clock's cruel stare
She senses they're presence in music, art and song
They have voices full of wings and faith thick as bone
And all their answers feel like she's coming home
like she's coming home
Like Junior's coming home
Come on home Junior we got supper waiting
I'll save you a place at the table Junior

• Rock
• anti-folk
• antifolk
• folk
• pop
• punk
• Edinburgh