Getting Through To Her

There was an earthquake
 In her dreams so she thinks her
 Foundation is crumbling away
 Fault lines in her words
 Hoping to show a soul disturbed that
 Has shaped her to what she is today
 Getting through to her (x4)
 Sometimes when I call
 She tells me things that were not her fault
 And her surface will start to break
 Breakdown a hurting sound
 I want to tell her that it's ok now
 But I'm not too sure just what to say
 Getting through to her (x4)
 All she wants is some breathing room
 If not tomorrow surely one day soon
 All she wants is some breathing room
 If not tomorrow surely one day soon
 Excuse me did she say
 She wished she went away
 And not return to the shame
 Brought to her those days
 We'll take man's dirty deeds
 And suck them out by cosmic means
 Into the sun hurl them
 Where they'll be happy burning
 But life is not tv
 Life is not tv
 Life is not tv
 She's on wounded knee
 And well crazy horse that's me
 Her hard parts I'm cradling
 I feel refreshed when I watch her sleep
 Sometimes that's all I need
 It's all about the company we keep
 Getting through to her (x4)
 All she wants is some breathing room
 If not tomorrow surely one day soon
 All she wants is some breathing room
 If not tomorrow surely one day soon
 If not tomorrow surely one day soon