Born of a womb unknown, Raised by two fathers ' Lost to a man who promised you the world; Lost as I though born of a womb known Raised on the book by mother and father
Those mattresses you piled high over all those peas of lies As I Frozen in the wake of night Weary from all my mattress making
Weary Sarah, weary was I Until I knew you Knew you as flesh raining down on me that March night from that blistery sky
The South Cape May of the 50s That storm; that storm that left us homeless, You and I.
