Seeing man as an escape 
I watch the dream take shape 
At seventeen 
Do you think that a moonbeam 
Could come down and reach my toes 
And take me somewhere nobody knows 
Somewhere beyond their power to contain 
As they try to keep the rain 
In buckets and in the sea 
They don’t realise the grand eternity 
In the rising and pull 
And the angry say that Ireland is full 
I cannot agree 
Though all I want is a man down on one knee
Who means something to me 
Who will give me all that he says 
And not children to raise 
For though I’m fertile as the fields 
There is a part of me that simply yields 
To the wind that blows 
And being tired and old is not part of that, God knows
And I’ve watched the fraternity age 
I don’t want to write that story on my page
You know the blank canvas where I sit with a pen 
And try to denote the purity again 
And when you’re young they warn you off boys
When you’re older they treat you like you’re their toys 
Just to perforate 
(Though not until the second date)
And get married like the man on the stage 
Says and I step outside the rage 
I can feel build inside 
When I realise that men hide 
Just so they can get what they want
And she sang a song about the haunt
That rises when he leaves you alone 
And he sang about a face to call home 
I wonder will they ever get it together 
And make something even better 
From the shared genius of their eyes 
I don’t think it all was lies
On either side 
I think it was just miscommunication 
Jumping to conclusions and the indentation 
In the shape of you 
That made a God shaped hole in his incendiary blue
And her fiery red
Or the golden she claimed it was instead
And I’m just making maps out of the points I’ve drawn 
Points of reference as it finally dawn 
That that boy is not gone 
But somewhere waiting in the wings
Sullen soul with a heart that sings
Its own melody 
I just wished he could’ve played it for me 
I live for a guitar croon 
Not Barbie bored in the room