Joan of Arc
I've spent too many hours
Inside my own mind
I've swept all the shelves and
I've turned down the bed
I've had too many nightmares
To be on my own
Had too many losses
To leave well alone
This one goes out to Joan of Arc
Whoever she may be
When I needed a heroine
She reached out of the TV
Took my shivers in her soul
Said she understood me
Letter in a fireplace
Christmas '95
The one white month when Santa
Gets sent our children's prayers
Final cry for happiness
The Box brings to our lives
Guess my body made it
Innocence always dies
This one goes out to Joan of Arc
Whoever she may be
When I needed a heroine
She reached out of the TV
Took my shivers in her soul
Said she understood me