As a child
you have a doll
you see this doll
sitting in her chair

you watch her face
her knees apart
her eyes of glass
in a secretive stare

she seems to
she seems to
she seems to
have a life

pick up a stick
dig up a crack
dirt in the street
becomes a town

all of the people
depend on you
not to hurt them
or bang the stick comes down

and they seem to
they seem to
they seem to
have a life

as a child
you see yourself
and wonder why
you can't seem to move

hand on the doorknob
feel like a thing
one foot on the sidewalk
too much to prove

and you learn to
you learn to
you learn to
have a life