From the album Tea Pot Lady

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Lyrics

Nobody knows the future I’ve imagined.
Nobody sees this monster on my back.
No one but me hears that monster crying out loud.
“Who could love me? Who could love me now?”

I’ve got an act.
I’ve learned the lines I’m given.
Root beer and rum is my drink, I think.
I sit in this bar
And watch the others like me
Slowly washing disappointment down the sink.

Money, yes money might give some consolation
Luxury and fame might ease the pain.
But we all ask the same thing of our whiskey, wine and beer:
“If love’s all that makes life worth living, why are we still here?”

Nobody knows the future I’ve imagined.
Nobody sees this monster on my back.
No one but me hears that monster crying out loud.
“Who could love me? Who could love me now?”

Copyright 1998 Marilyn Rucker Norrod