Ours from Heaven by ani difranco, alternafolk, Jane Siberry

Ours
©1996 Alice Bierhorst/BMI

Getting on this train
It's the first day of the rest of my life
Or so they always say
And I'm inclined to believe them

But I've still got my name
And you've heard me rant and rave
How I'll never be anyone's wife
That tirade was my finest hour

Standing on the platform
I blush at my naiveté
I used to say it was the stupidest thing
To get on with someone else

I was annoyed at the world of lovers
They always looked the same
Glassy-eyed and dumbstruck
What gives them such privilege

CHORUS
And I can't be your girlfriend everyday
Humor me from time to time
Sometimes I just have to get out in the street and
Pretend that this world is still just mine

I'm wearing this navy blue pinafore that I loved
When I was four years old
Somehow it just seems fitting
On this last day of my childhood

It's not that I won't be a kid anymore
I'm the same as I was just yesterday
But all the rules have changed
And I don't know how to play

CHORUS

I keep tripping on pronouns
What was mine is now yours
All the old conditioning
Just leads my foot right to my mouth
I'm convinced this world runs on pronouns
In a million ways that we don't understand
His and hers and mine and yours
Scariest one of all, OURS

Getting on this train
Nothing ever felt so right
To draw a line in the sand
Say that was then, this is now

That was the introduction
And this, this is the body of the work
I don't know where to start
But I know I'm in good company

CHORUS

I can't be your girlfriend everyday
I'm sure that you're of the same mind
Sometimes we just have to get out in the street and
Pretend that this world is still just OURS
This world is still just OURS
This world is still just OURS

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