Don't you realize what a victory it would be?
Let's get real and make the deal
Let go… rabbit let go

When I speak and you can hear me
Oh the heavens are so near me
Let go rabbit let go let me go….

Love will control like a hurricane
When you let me go
When you let me

It's beautiful
I'm opening like ten light years could
To hold all this love
To spread on you like butter to a biscuit
I'm overflowing
I could hug my foes...

All this sadness
Is going to make for a wonderful madness
You better let me go
Cause you only get disaster
When you don't pay attention to the answer
Let go rabbit let go...

It's beautiful
I'm opening like ten light years could
To hold all this love
To spread on you like butter to a biscuit
I'm overflowing I could hug my foes

I know you could
I know you sparky
I know you could

Copyright 1997 Jennifer Terran/ Grizelda Publishing

When getting rid of
Or needing small things
That don't have a place
Instinctively you approach your Junkdrawer

Safety pins and white-out
Pencils and change
These and other things
Get dumped, then found
In your junkdrawer

And you don't try to organize it
It would be a waste of your time
Cause in time
It just grows back

Don't you get tired?
Didn't you see what was becoming of you?

Sometimes you go looking for things
You know you don't even own
Scrambling
Spending your life
In that junkdrawer
But you think,
'maybe if I just keep probing
through its edgy terrain...'

Come on didn't you know?
Come on dig deeper
Didn't it show?
Lost and found baby
You were his Junkdrawer

When getting rid of
Or needing small things
That don't have a place
Instinctively you approach your Junkdrawer

Copyright 1997 Jennifer Terran/ Grizelda Publishing

When the ride
Feels low, dark and hard
Know that everything always changes
That's the good news
That's the bad news
Ya

When you don't have
What you say you want
Maybe you're not really ready
Don't worry
Just keep doing what you do

And don't apologize
Don't be guilty
Don't' be intimidated
You're clean
Not like their filthy
Green, green...
I won't let them…
I won't let them. No

Along back walls of LA night clubs
Stand A&R men with their dark sunglasses
Sizing you down
Makes you long to go home
And take a shower

But what happens to the soul in the song
And the soul in the maker?
When you're grinded through cold machine
When you should be soaked in love and feeling

I won't apologize
I won't be guilty
And I won't be your little puppet
I'm clean
Not like your filthy green
I'll find my way
I'll find my way
You're gonna see

When the ride
Feels low, dark and hard
Know that everything always changes
That's the good news
That's the bad news
oh ya.

Copyright 1997 Jennifer Terran/ Grizelda Publishing

When you're hurrying
You can't help but miss
The wish-upon-planes
And the clouds how they drift

For having a life
You don't get much living
When you don't feed yourself
Are you really good at the giving?

Na, na, na….

Like so many people
You are expert at the split
With a body on automatic
With a mind in the mist
But one day you decide
You're going to put you together
But you're hard to sew up
oh, you just can't remember how you went

Na, na, na…

Copyright 1997 Jennifer Terran/ Grizelda Publishing