Cloe

Alarm clocks for everyone, some things simply must be done,

So you struggled all your life to show outside your real inside

… to them you were wrong…making your choice

Pretending to be born anew one day she puts her make-up on,

Enters the class she loves to teach, simply claims "here's the real me"

…but to them you were wrong…making your choice,

wrong making your choice, wrong making your choice, WRONG…

Cloe dines alone at night, in an old van parked aside

By the town where she was once another part of the play.

Cloe pours herself some wine, plays the song she used to dance to,

In her plastic mobile home Cloe sets her lonely life on fire.