Joan Jett And The Blackhearts
"Lillian"


Lillian lies to avoid awkward questions
Looks to the sky for intervention
But she can't avoid judgemental
compassion
In the void


She puts on her face, makes it a brave one
Gets herself a seat on an interstate greyhound
When everything's gone at least you've got nothing
That holds on



She curls herself up, rests her head on the window
Sees her face in the trees suspended in limbo
When everything's gone at least you've got nothing
That holds on


You're a stranger in a country town
The kids all stare, the cars slow down
You didn't think you'd be so dumb
To just grab a hold of whatever came along



Houses slip by, the cloud are so low
The sky doesn't cover, it swallows