Lemons, Limes and Orchids

Sometimes it was quiet, enough to scare you senseless

The streets were filthy, peels of lemons, limes and orchids

Security tags entangled in a great weave of humanity

I believe if you were simply existing on the west side

You looked guilty and you were guilty

But only guilty of looking for the door

I wonder if our species will evolve to birth our babies

Much more able to survive

Like a baby giraffe unfolding herself like origami

Right from a mother's womb, instantly running from the waiting cheetahs

Does she remember this first taste of terror in her new throat?

I know I do

I am not angry

It just explains why

I ended up on the west side

So long ago, I witnessed a young woman

Find herself in the road when she shouldn’t be

In a dangerous intersection

There were cars honking at her

She had no memory of how she got there

She was not high, had not taken no drugs or whisky

'Cause all it takes is pain

And overwhelming pain

And pain knows what to do

Go to the west side

And, oh, what is more beautiful than what really happened

What truly happened there on the west side?

One day I feel like butter and the next I'm more aligned with the knife

You hear me talking about avoidance, how it breeds the worst anxiety

Well, I can see the stain and remember the smoke wall

When no one could find me

I have tried to find my way home

Found that trying to find most anything leads to loneliness

Still, I have tried to find the deep hole to fall into for the last time

I have tried and tried to find a resemblance

Resemblance of a past

Resemblance of a past

But there's nothing left

Left of the west side

And, oh, what is more beautiful than what really happened

What truly happened there on the west side?

And, oh, what is more beautiful than what really happened

What truly happened there on the west side?