Hair Lyrics

Is something you keep in a locket

To remember that girl

Who wound your heart tighter than a clock

To wake you up for that first morning saying

"Hello, Sunshine!"

Than fingers flexed

Pullin' on hair floss

To cut your gums like a switchblade

Than ropes of muscle

Posin' for the affection of a girl

Whose hair you want to place in a locket

So as to keep a piece of her

Her, locked in a gold-plated box

Where her picture and DNA will forever reside

Till found by her great-granddaughter

In the attic with no light on

Where her grandmother used to live

Till yesterday

And now she's curious about her roots

And she climbed up those loosely nailed ladder steps

Up the trunk of her grandma's old house

That smelled like sycamore leaves

Fallen from November rains

Like sycamore leaves

That fell like grandma

But she wants to discover her branches

So she's digging through old trunks

And costume jewelry

Grandma wore when she met grandpa

And she was shining like a new quarter

Flashin' on the pavement

And old hats grandma used to wear

To cover her head

When even prayers were said

To remind her that she still had her hair

That grandpa fell in love with that first time

And old wigs grandma stopped wearing

After grandpa died

Cause there was no more point

To having beautiful hair

When the beautiful man

Who called her beautiful

Passed on to that beautiful place

Where her grandma now resided

And all that old stuff was beautiful

To the granddaughter

Who came across a piece of great-grandma

That was mummified

Museum-ized

By time and forgetfulness

Because there are some things

That we value so much

That we forget about them

Like an old locket

Hidden in the treehouse of our children's family trees

Filled with the split ends of hair

He captured from his sweet possession

While she brushed her hair eighty times before bed

So that it would always be shining

And full

And flowing for him

As though she was his pony

Waiting to ride after eighty strokes

Cause her woman-ness

Was not in her dress

But grew from out of her mind

And was displayed in private moonlight

And wound tight during the daylight

Like an old alarm clock

Waiting to wake you up on that first morning

Screaming, "Hello, Sunshine!"