If it werent for the way you were looking at me
This street is not a market
And I am not a commodity
Dont you find it sad that we cant even say hello
cause youre a man
And Im a woman
And the sun is getting low
There are some places that I cant go
As a woman I cant go there
And as a person I dont care
I dont go for the hey baby whats your name
And Id alone thank you
Just the same
I am up again against
The skin of my guitar
In the window of my life
Looking out through the bars
I am sounding out the silence
Avoiding all the words
Im afraid Ive said too much
Im afraid of who has heard me
My father, he told me the story
And it was true
For his time
But now the storys different
Maybe I should tell him mine
All the girls line up here
All the boys on the other side
I see your ranks are advancing
I see mine are left behind
I am up again against
The skin of my guitar
In the window of my life
Looking out through the bars
I am sounding out the silence
Avoiding all the words
Im afraid I can never say enough
Im afraid no one has heard me
And despite all the balls that Ive been thrown
And forced to drop
On the social totem pole
Im preciously close to the top
The put you in your place
And they tell you to behave
But no one can be free
Until were all on even grade
And I would have returned your greeting
If it werent for the way you were looking at me