It Doesn't Work Like That - Faye Webster

Lovers that live far apart

Need one another

But only have their postcards

I guess it doesn’t work like that

The pitcher of the baseball team

Traded in his jersey

Doesn’t want to leave

I guess it doesn’t work like that

I guess it doesn’t work like that

A collar around a dog’s neck

His only identity

And he has no say in it

I guess it doesn’t work like that

My sister is a hard worker

She doesn’t deserve to be behind the counter

I guess it doesn’t work like that

I guess it doesn’t work like that

I’ve seen my mother in pain

Begging for her mom to remember her name

I guess it doesn’t work like that

It never really works like that