Joanne

	Sits and watches traffic pass
	Rejecting eyes,pulling down the steel and glass
	She won't beg and no one will ask
	It moves too fast, for
	JoanneThere's a silence no man can crack
	The city drains,the wind sheds the clouds to rags.
	She looks forward, she looks back,it moves too fast for
	Joanne.Her secret is revealed.
	She opens up her sacred heart,her wound that never heals.
	Breathe slow, the moment's at hand.
	It moves too fast for
	Joanne.