O, Baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of 

baby 

blue. Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed. 

Now I 

know lightning strikes again. It struck me once, then struck me dead. 

My 

folly grows inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two 

now. 

Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf. All the good king's men 

with 

all their help struggled 'til the end for a shell they couldn't mend. 

You know where this will lead, to hush and rock in the nursery for the 

kicking one inside of me. I eat fort wo, walk for two, breathe for two 

now. 

When the boy was a boy, the girl was a girl, they found each other in 

a wicked world. Strong in some respects, but she couldn't stand for 

the way 

he begged and gave in. Pride is for men; young girls should run and 

hide 

instead. Risk the game by taking dares with "yes". Eat for two, walk 

for 

two, breathe for two now. 

Walk for two? I'm stumbling. Breathe for two? I can't breathe. Five 

months , how it grows. Five months now, I begin to show 









    



In the quiet morning 

There was much despair 

And in the hours that followed 

No one could repair 



That poor girl 

Tossed by the tides of misfortune 

Barely here to tell her tale 

Rolled in on a sea of disaster 

Rolled out on a mainline rail 



She once walked tight at my side 

I'm sure she walked by you 

Her striding steps could not deny 

Torment from a child who knew 



That in the quiet morning 

There would be despair 

And in the hours that followed 

No one could repair 



That poor girl 

She cried out her song so loud 

It was heard the whole world round 

A symphony of violence 

The great southwest unbound