So give me all your damaged goods sweet sister.
I want to know what really drags you down -
and how you get to where you're going despite all you've been around,
for soon enough we'll both be splitting town.

Cuz there's more to life than laughing off our failures.
So lap it up like kittens to their milk,
and spend y'dime on spending time 'round those-who care not'a wealth -
for a pocket book can't dictate mental health.

So give me all your damaged goods sweet sister -
lo' I've never met or known you for a day,
and I wish I had the time or rhyme to will a wisp o' you'n-to yesterday,
but a mem'ry-a you I don't have'a chance to fade.

And I want'to meet what I can never just- remember,
to carry but a grain and never the whole truth -
by the tomorrow's eve of a future day there played an angel-laden choir -
while we drank our whiskey hummin' only blue.

So I live my life for you my sweetest sister.
Never a breath of air did you once steal away -
n' though you wept for three, I can't not feel it's you and me -
as each-my steps land solid for you're in my ground.

So I carry on with you oh my dear sister.
You're a freight train whistle sharp at 3AM,
jarring me awake to seize the day a'which you never had a chance -
and every move I make it's with you that I dance.