Pollyanne

well he thought that if they fled the world before she began to plead
that perhaps his soul would fly instead of hers
and when the neighbors heard her parents cry she wasn’t in her bed
they said she left because she had no middle name
oh pollyanne
oh pollyanne
she said a twisted dali lithograph sucked the marrow from her world
and gave her many reasons to beware
and in the frenzied gas-lit friday light her fears are all aswirl
she’s waitin' up for you to join her there
oh pollyanne i can never be your man
i’ve tried i don’t think i can
ooh pollyanne
pollyanne
we still pray for you
pollyanne
walked away for you
pollyanne
we stayed awake for you
pollyanne
we’ve not forsaken you
when the burnt out stained glass coward’s eye slowly drifted low to high
she said «i urge you now to get it right with god»
they say the door latch slid like a white lie over sunday apple pie when no one
else is there to judge your flaws
oh pollyanne i can never be your man
i’ve tried i don’t think i can
ooh pollyanne
i’ve tried i don’t think i can
ooh pollyanne
ooh pollyanne
ooh pollyanne