No Name #4

For a change she got out before he hurt her bad

Took her records and clothes and pictures of her

Boy he really made her sad.

Packed it up and didn't look back

I'm okay let's just forget all about it.



The car was cold and it smelled like old cigarettes and pie

In her bag I saw things she drew when she was nine, like this one here

All alone nobody near, what a shame

Let's just not talk about it



No it doesn't look like you

But you did wear cowboy boots

That's your thing

There's no question about it.



Once we got back inside

With one into the ground

I was ready to hide

Cause I don't know who's around

And you look scared



It's our secret do not tell

Well OK let's just not talk about it.

Don't tell it's OK

Let's just not talk about it.