June 歌词

Born into favor Mile high, nineteen-twenties Wealthy, healthy, happy baby girl All that they gave her In the blood, invisible Shriveled her as mother's little pearl Isn't June supposed to be the time When everything is in its prime When all is green and glory? Couldn't things have gone another way Have feebler minds not been taught to say That each life is a story? Fashion-starved woman Pre-war style in '75 Truly she was starved of so much more Nobody's coming Any time up to see her Two zoo-keepers nailing shut her door Isn't June supposed to be the time When everything is in its prime When all is green and glory? Couldn't things have gone another way Have feebler minds not been taught to pray That their life tells a story? If she'd caught a glimpse of her world after 1945 She may have known the phrase "I could have been a contender" Never having one male suitor bursting up her drive Made sure her final days Would be her sweetest surrender Finally, her flesh Joined her spirit, nineteen-eighties One sad lonely wasted life Anybody's guess Is good as mine how so many Spectators looked on like their hands were tied Isn't June supposed to be the time When everything is in its prime When all is green and glory? Couldn't things have gone another way Have feebler minds not been taught to say That each life is a story?