If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.
... but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight
I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind.
I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.
There is no shelter in you anywhere.
My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.