Lucida - A Loss For Words, Jason Vena

She was a Catholic

Out of practice;

Heartsick agnostic

Avoiding the shape of the serpent

When she was in her youth (inarticulate, aloof)

She emerged never to be long in the tooth

Sought universal truth (not merely bearing fruit)

Won’t slip into a cubicle in the suburbs

Not property, not arm candy

Not property

She wasn’t looking to be found

She wasn’t looking to be tied down

She wasn’t looking to be found

She wasn’t asking for a hand out

She was a nomadic soul

With more than oats to sow

She won’t be forgettable

Or be another cloned disciple

When she was in her prime (uncompromising, refined)

Two roads diverged she took the one less traveled by

A life affirming sign (not just consume and climb)

Won’t slip into a cubicle in the suburbs

Not property, not arm candy

Not property

She wasn’t looking to be found

She wasn’t looking to be tied down

She wasn’t looking to be found

She wasn’t asking for a hand out

She wasn’t looking to be found

(She wasn’t looking to be found)

She wasn’t looking to be found

White picket holidays

She don’t need them

She don’t need them

Bright blushing Saturdays

She don’t need them

She don’t need them

White picket holidays

She don’t need them

She don’t need them

Bright blushing Saturdays

She don’t need them

She wasn’t looking to be found

She wasn’t looking to be tied down

She wasn’t looking to be found

Wasn’t asking for a hand out

She wasn’t looking to be found

She wasn’t looking to be tied down

She wasn’t looking to be found

She wasn’t asking for a hand out

She wasn’t looking to be found

(She wasn’t looking to be found)