On the Painting
Words and music by Jenn Lindsay


she follows you everywhere
right into the frame
i saw you together there
in your cardboard gaze
she followed us down the day
with her cardboard gaze
we did not feel right without her
we had to go back and buy her
you can't take her boy from his mother
go ahead and try. No one leaves alone.

no one, no one, goes on alone
even those of us who are always on our own
without her you can't save me
without me you can't save anything
no one, no one, goes on alone

wooden frame from Boomerangs
hardly frames your golden waves
only its cheap irony
renders your visage valid for me
and only when you face her face
her veiled moon patient waiting gaze
could i consider saving you
could i consider myself saved too
oh, come with me into my home
Even if you donít, no one goes alone

no one, no one, goes on alone
even those of us who are always on our own
without her you can't save me
without me you can't save anything
no one, no one, goes on alone

what would they say if you came with me?
said i was saved? they'd say it's just a story
and stories are born tethers. But everything born has a mother.
and this one's taking good care, taking good care
this one's taking good care of me

no one, no one, goes on alone
even those of us who are generally on our own
without her you can't save me
without me you can't save anything
no one, no one, goes on alone