Woorden: Ani Difranco. To The Teeth. Going Once.

Going once, going twice
Sold to the girl who ignored all the advice
Of all the people who knew her better
She just stood there on the front porch
Waiting for her will to come and get here

She was packed
She had a suitcase full of noble intentions
She had a map and a straight face
Hell bent on reinvention and she was ready
For the lonely, she was in it for it only

Going once, going twice
Down the road less taken with her diary and her WD-40
And her swiss army knife and her beer
And there was always someone there to say
Why don't you just stay and hang your hat here?

But she was packed
She had a suitcase full of bungles and near misses
And she was swinging through a jungle
Of last calls and first kisses
And she was learning about please and huge humilities

Then one day she looked around her
And everything uptill then was showing
And she wondered, "How did I get here
Without even knowing where I was going?"

Now there's no getting out of this
And there is no going back
And it all seems so odd sometimes
And the odds all seem stacked

Going once, going twice
Sold to the girl who ignored all the advice
Of all the people who knew her better
She just stood there on the front porch
Waiting for her will to come and get here

She was packed
She had a suitcase full of noble intentions
She had a map and a straight face
Hell bent on reinvention and she was ready
For the lonely, she was in it for it only