If She Called Lyrics

She grinds her hips
Maybe arches her back
There's nobody there to see when she is doing that
The guy's not there
He just doesn't exist
She's looking at empty space when she is doing this
She might walk home
She's kind of tired
Or spend some of the money on a cab she's hiredBelow a bus groans by
And splashes a man
Who swears out a drunkard's curse on the whole damned world
She smiles at that
And then starts to cry
She scrubs at a spot on her leg and then lets it dryThen she's sitting on the floor
With her head hung down
Listening to another language on TV
Unaware, hair unbound
Wondering where her mother and father might be

If she called, if she calledShe dreams, she dreams
Don't we all dream
A place, a way
A recurring theme