Senja

Senja was so easily disenchanted

Who said being spoiled gives you anything much at all

Some wealthy set, their angry pet

An open case, her aching chestHer blue eyes asked,

Where does this longing come from,

Or is it just how it runs?We stood in the doorway, she asked me some questions

With the party and the drinking going on

"Who would want it?" she said, "I've had all that"

A brief escape, just another empty tasteThat's when her blue eyes asked

Where does this longing come from,

Or is it just how it runs?A pretty young face, in but out of place

Already she saw, her part and the boredomWhere does this longing come from,

Or is it just how it runs?