the greek girl trys to speak
but they wont give her a chance
she cant get close enough
and she realizes
there are moments when
the glue gets unstuck
and things are just strange
when the static on the line
makes more sense than the conversation
when the face in the mirror
has more to reveal than the simple
mechanics of self
they tell her to look deep into the eyes
you see your true self
she asks differ this for me
from frozen in the headlights
you grasp whatever straw is leverage
against the madness around you
and if you gotta rock the boat
make sure you got a life persevere on
the greek girl rows her boat
across the lake through the mist
and found herself another shore and
another shoulder to lean on
cause she didnt want to give up or give in just yet
and shes too pretty to be begging change
from the likes of me