The Greeting Committee - Ada

Ada takes a walk in the dark, not a walk in the park
Checks over her shoulder, crosses her heart
It's hard to be a woman
Even harder to be somebody you're not
If God had a favorite, I wouldn't be it
Not much myself, I don't know who that is

Pray on pennies to wake in my body
I spent it all on habits in hiding
But a dead name don't ring the same
If you're calling out, it's a stranger

Wrap me in your sorrow
Bones you count as borrowed
Promise me tomorrow
You are loved, you are loved

Wrap me in your sorrow
Bones you count as borrowed
Promise mе tomorrow
You are loved, you are lovеd