On the Vermont Transit Bus I leaned my arm into a little chink of sun

Going somewhere older than I was

Strapped into something tight, keeping me small

I dug into you like rock climbing;

Too scared of coming down

Too scared of going up

Too scared of rockface

I should've split my sides or spilled my guts or hit you or something

But I was good, and your father's little pancakes

So round and perfect and me sitting up too straight

Laughing in wrong places, kissing you

Kissing up, kissing too soon

Hoo, hoo, When the cock crows

When the morning comes where will I go?

Hoo, hoo, When the cock crows

When the love is gone where will I go?

And when you got me pregnant I stopped the party and

I stopped the typewriter and I stopped your dumb ball game in the red barn and

I stopped your father and bled instead

And I felt the lie - aahh, something sticky on the inside

A bitter wind in my throat

Ohh, Stopping me wanting

In my stomach, in my head and you said

Sugar sugar, you couldn't come come

Sugar sugar, without your mother mother

Sugar sugar, you couldn't taste it

Sugar sugar, in my throat

Hoo, hoo, When the cock crows

When the morning comes where will I go?

Hoo, hoo, When the cock crows

When the love is gone where will I go?

Sugar sugar, you couldn't come come

Sugar sugar, without your mother mother

Sugar sugar, you couldn't taste it

Sugar sugar, in my throat

You couldn't, you couldn't taste it

You couldn't taste it

Hoo, hoo, When the cock crows

When the morning comes where will I go?

Hoo, hoo, When the cock crows

When the love is gone where will I go?