Lyric

Enough inside this purse

For food and somewhere warm

I turn my parents' coin

Then hide it in my coat

I'm outside like they wanted

Now what am I supposed to do?

A footstep, then a voice beside me—

I know it. Where's it coming from?

One knee on the paving

Already checking what I've done

He seems concerned he's kept me

From something I should do

Before I say sorry

He's worried about my time

I keep expecting anger

It doesn't seem to come

I have to get this window open

I almost miss the turn

Such a little thing to ask me

Why does it help this much?

The handle won't move

They've locked the door

I knock, squeeze past someone

Cross the room and lift the latch

A hand pulls at my collar

Then everybody turns

He's there against the daylight;

The hand lets go of me

Before I say sorry

He's taking time to explain

I'm halfway to the doorway

He wants me here to stay

I stand beside the wall and listen

They look at me. I shake my head

I haven't told him anything

He's worked out what we've left unsaid

The terms take some agreeing

I'm watching where his fingers rest

They ask who we'll be taking

His hand moves to his chest

His chair is barely vacant

She's weighing what he's worth

Someone tries to stop her;

She keeps talking over him

I'm looking at the others

They're just as startled too

Now she wants me to attend him

Make him easier to use

Before I say anything

The work is mine to do

I try to find an answer

There's nothing getting through

So I lower my head slowly

I'm frightened of this task

Still, when I think of seeing him

I want to raise it back

That coin is inside my coat

I haven't eaten yet

I straighten up to face them

I'm trying not to show it