Lost On First Base

Sitting on a box, of plastic leaves

The attics drunk on memories

Her antiques show reflections on her face,

She's lost on first base.

Looking up the steps with a grin

Dancing round the floor where she had been

Arms begin to clutch her mothers vase

She's lost on first base

Scarlett O'Hara

Lives inside of you

White tablecloths, wine, and new shoes

Paper trails of better times gone by

A beautiful clown that makes you cry

Lost pieces of a jigsaw puzzle

Scattered by the wind and the hustle

Characters in her face seem so out of place

She's lost on first base

Sew the life, back together

One stitch after another

Stomping blocks all over the place

Love's in the grandstands

But she was lost on first base

Scarlett O'Hara

Lives inside of you

White tablecloths, wine, and new shoes

Paper trails of better times gone by

A beautiful clown that makes you cry

A beautiful clown that makes you cry