I opened a bank account
  when I was nine years old
  I closed it when I was eighteen
  I gave them every penny that I'd saved
  and they gave my blood
  and my urine
  a number
  now I'm sitting in this waiting room
  playing with the toys
  and I am here to exercise
  my freedom of choice
  I passed their handheld signs
  went through their picket lines
  they gathered when they saw me coming
  they shouted when they saw me cross
  I said why don't you go home
  just leave me alone
  I'm just another woman lost
  you are like fish in the water
  who don't know that they are wet
  as far as I can tell
  the world isn't perfect yet
  his bored eyes were obscene
  on his denim thighs a magazine
  I wish he'd never come here with me
  in fact I wish he'd never come near me
  I wish his shoulder
  wasn't touching mine
  I am growing older
  waiting in this line
  some of lifes best lessons
  are learned at the worst times
  under the fierce flourescent
  she offered her hand for me to hold
  she offered stability and calm
  and I was crushing her palm
  through the pinch pull wincing
  my smile unconvincing
  on that sterile battlefield that sees
  only casualties
  never heros
  my heart hit absolute zero
  Lucille, your voice still sounds in me
  mine was a relatively easy tragedy
  now the profile of our country
  looks a little less hard nosed
  but that picket line persisted
  and that clinic's since been closed
  they keep pounding their fists on reality
  hoping it will break
  but I don't think there's a one of us
  leads a life free of mistakes