She never even saw it coming
Like a car crash without warning
The cold air and shaded pines
It felt like any other Tuesday morning
It wasn't the words he told her
As he walked down the drive
It was how nothing could be the same again
Not the birds, the sun, the sky
When he shot the final cannonball
It hurt her like nothin hurt before
She buckled, wounded but alive
Battered, torn, her body sore
She put her weapons down and climbed out of the trenches
Shook it off and came to her senses
And went to work mending her fences
She was always talking
Bout dreams that would come true
When he found her outside the corner store
Wandering the avenue
Love was like a thunderstorm
So loud, and dark and fast
She got drunk on his cheap cologne
Felt so good, that it would never last
When he shot the final cannonball
It hurt like nothin hurt before
She buckled, wounded but alive
Battered, torn, her body sore
She put her weapons down and climbed out of the trenches
Shook it off and came to her senses
And went to work mending her fences
In the quiet of the night
She hears the voices say
You're a good girl, baby
You're a good girl
In the silence of the dawn
She pushes them away
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Anyway