Recoil (Remastered 2007)

Ani DiFranco - Recoil
Come home and my guitar
Has nothin to say to me
I recoil from all my friends
And then Im in misery
Been so long since Ive been held
Really since I was his
Probably just need to be held
Thats probably all it is
Course, then I think of my dad
Who time travels mostly now
Back to when he was free
And holding out hope somehow
Who sits all day in a line
Of wheelchairs against a wall
Inventing ways to play out time
Like us all
Like us all
To all the people out there tonight
Who are comforting themselves
If you should happen to see my light
You can stop and ring my bell
Im just sittin here in this sty
Strewn with half written songs
Taking one breath at a time
Nothin much going on
Nothin much going on
Little flashing zero
On my answering machine
Rats scratching at my brain
Brain shuffling its feet
Yes I have my fathers heart
It may or may not keep on trying
Cant really tell you what it is
Keeps me this side of that dark line
But Im not there to take care of him
And Im not here to take care of me
Im going outside to watch the house burn down
Across the street
Im going outside to watch the house burn down
Across the street
To all the people out there tonight
Who are comforting themselves
If you should happen to see my light
You can stop and ring my bell
Im just sitting here in this sty
Strewn with half written songs
Taking one breath at a time
Nothin much ggoing on
Nothing much going on