Eggshells

She slees with the windows open
 yet she's still locked safe inside
 and to block out the sounds of the city's commotion
 she turns her fan up on high
 yea she lives just far enough away from home
 to see the whole scene
 and down the street the kids throw sticks and stones
 and end up on the the TV screen
 yea they throw their sticks and stones
 and end up on the TV screen
 and she used to walk on these gracefully
 but now they crunch beneath her feet
 I guess she must be changin'
 there's just no way to keep it neat
 and her father still barks like a soldier
 returning from victory
 but now eh's much older
 and that bark isn't as scary as it used to be
 yea she watches his self torture
 no one left to abuse but himself
 but still her memory scorches her
 and she struggles to love herself
 her memory scorches her
 and she struggles to love herself
 and she used to walk on these gracefully
 but now they crunch beneath her feet
 and I guess she must be changin'
 she never was to good at stayin' in her seat
 and this town grows hungry and restless
 hungry for what I ain't sure
 but they're sweepin' the streets of the trash and the homeless
 and raisin' the rent
 and breakin' the poor
 and I used to walk on these gracefully
 but now they crunch beneath my feet
 and I guess I must be changin'
 there's just no way to keep it neat
 I used to walk on these gracefully
 I guess I must be changin'...