She's over there hoeing and raking and grubbing her lawn,
And I'm here in mine,
Grubbin this song half ta death.
We 're both tryin ta make something beautiful grow
Right out in the flower beds beside our front doors.

And if she wears pants, I wear a dress.
She's wearing coveralls today,
And I'm like this: a long skirt and boots,
A delicate hat that blows like petals in the breeze.
She and I are always two sides
Of the very same coin.

Her dad died and mine"s alive.
The estate is settled now
And she uses hers to take care of herself,
And I'm a bum,
But I'm free to roam,
And the world takes care of me.

-jenn