VOICES THAT COME THROUGH THE WALL
Amanda McBroom/Gordon Hunt/Rand Bishop
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG GIRL, I DREAMED IN THE SUNLIGHT
IN A LITTLE BLUE BED ALL SLEEPY AND SMALL
HEARING THE SOUND OF THE HOT SUMMER BREEZES
AND THE MURMUR OF VOICES
THAT CAME THROUGH THE WALL
WELL, ME AND THE YEARS, WE GREW LONGER AND LEANER
WITH NOTHING TO HOLD BUT A TATTERED RAG DOLL
AND THE VOICES I HEARD,
THEY GREW LOUDER AND MEANER
TWO ANGRY VOICES THAT CAME THROUGH THE WALL
THEN A TEEN CAUGHT BETWEEN
GOD KNOWS WHAT AND FOREVER
STAYING OUT TILL ALL HOURS
HANGING OUT AT THE MALL
PRAYING WHEN I GOT HOME
THEY’D BE SLEEPING AND SILENT
AND I WOULDN’T HEAR VOICES
THAT CAME THROUGH THE WALL
WELL I GOT ME A MAN AND A PLACE OUT IN VEGAS
TWO ROOMS AND A KITCHEN AND AN OLD SHOWER STALL
AND A DAUGHTER AS PRECIOUS AS SEVENTEEN ANGELS
WHO SLEEPS IN A SECOND HAND CRIB DOWN THE HALL
THEN THE TIMES THEY GOT TOUGH
AND LOVE TOOK THE BEATING
WE’D FIGHT THROUGH THE NIGHT
BUT THE WORST PART OF ALL
WAS KNOWING FOR MY KID
I’M ONE OF THOSE VOICES
THE COLD ANGRY VOICES
SHE HEARD THROUGH THE WALL
SURE IT’S HARD BEING SINGLE,
IT’S SAD BEING LONELY
AND LETTING THE PHONE RING
WHEN I KNOW IT’S HIS CALL
BUT SOMEWHERE YOU’VE GOTTA START
BREAKING THE CHAIN
OF THE PAIN OF THE VOICES
THAT COME THROUGH THE WALL
SO I SWEAR ON MY DAUGHTER
I’LL NEVER AGAIN BE
ONE OF THOSE VOICES
THAT COMES THROUGH THE WALL