Kaitlyn

Well the day's like crystal, and it beats off the road.

She staggers up stairwells in sun-soaked clothes.

She'll die in her footsteps and no one will know.

She'll kiss you with all of her hatred.

And as time passes by,

The blue day will die and cry out again for Kaitlyn.

Well the radio screams out unfortunate news.

As players on corners all whisper the blues.

And as no one can hear them, they've nothing to lose.

They'll sing their songs just to sing them.

And she knows all the words that have never been heard,

But she doesn't sing, not Kaitlyn.

Well the yellow road stretches, it twists and it turns.

Taking for granted the sun as it burns

And she'll take the darkness and never return

You'll see her out perched like a raven.

In the glow of the sun and past everyone

But she doesn't fly, not Kaitlyn.

Now down in the hallow, all the school boys laugh.

Drinking liquor that they stole from their dads

And on clear summer days she'll go out with the lads

And all the times, secretly hate them.

But she's too bored to stay, out and away,

And the school boys all call out Kaitlyn.