When I was small my brother was everything

His friends were tall and talked about anything

They’d fly soaring hard I’d follow them and hit the yard

I’d try to catch up but they were gone and I was left

Being the outlaw being the Indian a German soldier

Then she was born and I had to quiet down

I tiptoed on the floor ate my lunch in another town

She’d cry breaking glass I hold her hand wait for it to pass

I’d hope for a break but all that she could she would take

From this Indian this prisoner a mortal angel

I went out on my own Daddy said look how she’s grown

But still I sucked my thumb all the time just playing dumb

Until someone slapped my face I left her behind without a trace

Never stopping off to think was I really in the pink

Or was I some silly outlaw a criminal out on a work detail

Looking back on my life I was dumb enough to be his wife

It went by all so fast when I slow it down you can kiss my ass

All souls slipping through how often have I thought of you

Was I there taking part was I imitating art or was I

Some wooden Indian shedding crocodile tears a human angel