[Lyric] Ophelia (Daisy O'Connor)

[Verse 1]
Ophelia's alone in the street light glow
Walking past the bars in the night
There goes Rose with a cowboy she knows
Guess we're all looking for light in the dark

[Chorus]
The poet lost her pen in the floor cracks and gin
The tarot and the turntable spin and spin
She goes down so smooth, she's a half written muse
And Grace has become another whiskey blond

[Verse 2]
Ophelia’s in the zone with her headphones on
Working to her favorite song
Philosophers are tokin', the White Horse is smokin'
They're all looking for a place to belong
She puts out a vase in a prominent place
Collects pieces of paper with Washington’s face
Is this the stuff dreams are made of
Tequila shot and upright bass
[Chorus]
The preacher lost his prayer through the cracks in the stairs
The hipsters and hypocrites put on airs
They all look so smooth, unamused in their booths
And Grace has become another whiskey blond
Another whiskey blond

[Bridge]
She's trying to grow gold
It keeps coming up dust
Filling her pockets and picture locket
The weatherman's whispering secrets again
Growing pains when the grains are sown

[Outro]
Ophelia's alone and the streetlights are gone
Walking home into the dawn