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 rock face i should ve split my sides 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 when the cock crows when the morning comes where will i go 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 bled instead and i felt the lie something sticky on the inside a bitter wind in my throat 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 when the cock crows when the morning comes where will i go 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 when the cock crows when the morning comes where will i go when the cock crows when the morning comes where will i go 