1973

She was born in ‘73 Pulled out by the tide of the Indian Sea With her father and mother holding onto each other And she still was an ocean from me She took off right before all the rains She was afraid to get off of the plane Cause the world that she knew was too far to run to And things never would be the same And we met on the stage Running obstacle courses And gnashing our teeth On the words of a teenage dilemma And we opened our minds Taking acid and ecstasy Feeling around Making plans how to ditch Cinderella We’ve got stories to tell Some of them that we never will Oh you think that you know us You think that you know us so well She was married with her toes in the sand He brought her back to where this story began With the smells and the sea and ocean from me To know her is to understand You were born in the month of July Named after the rains that you heard from inside Oh she wanted to know you, she had so much to show you You were too light for this world to survive And we gathered around her With honey and petals Trying to understand her But some things can never be known So we followed her breadcrumbs To the heart of the matter The more that you love The more love you are able to sow We’ve got stories to tell Some of them we never will Oh you think that you know us You think that you know us so well --- 1973 - Inara George