Hobo Princess by Amycus

Her frail hand was shakin
Reachin for a cigarette
That lay in the street
Next to a garbage can

Her heart was crying out
In the stale summer heat
For something I will never know
And someone I will never meet

Her hair was four yellow ropes
Swinging along
Over a wrinkled face
Whose sanity had gone

I might be the only one
Who knows that you are beautiful
I might be the only one who knows.

Her eyes were bulging out
Into another plane
Staring into space
She cackled with her tiny flame

I started to gag
And I quickly walked away
Regretting I could not create
A warmer place for her to play

I might be the only one
Who knows that you are beautiful
I might be the only one who knows.

• Rock
• acoustic duo
• psychedelic
• singer-songwriter
• Minneapolis