From the recording Age of Blame
Lyrics
Ramona makes her way
Outside the supermarket she goes preaching
Ranting away
About new robotic Toms doing the peeping
She spends her time running
Back and forth from door to door
Of course, they all still open
But she needs to make sure
And she tells me
“I will get better, I will get better from here”
People walk by and ignore her
“I'll start tomorrow- I'll get clean, I'll get clear”
But she's got no one to get better for
First Monday in May
She stands outside the Laundromat weeping
Grey goose in her cup
Is spilling on the bag she keeps her speech in
She's got quarters in rolls
Today's the day she said she'd clean her life up
Every day her sky is falling just a little more
And she tells me
“I'll get better, I'll get better from here”
People walk by and ignore her
“I'll start tomorrow- I'll get clean, I'll get clear”
But she's got no one to get better for