[ Featuring the Rumblestrips ]
Raveena says she's 29 years old
But the lines in her face and the sound of
Her voice tell a story she can't control
She says that her heart can't be broken, borrowed
Or sold
But sometimes at night when she's all alone, she cries in her pillow and waits by the phone
Her mama was always telling stories of how a man would break her heart
She grew up fast, she grew lonely
She tried to hide her tears through all the bitter years
When she was young she never worried
She never dreamed beyond the day
Then one night it all came down around her
Asking her where she'd been, running from her life until the end
Raveena says she's 29 years old
But the lines in her face and the sound of her voice tell a story she can't control
She says that her heart can't be broken, borrowed or sold
But sometimes at night when she's all alone, she cries in her pillow and waits by the phone
Instrumental
Another night and she's left waiting
A smoky bar in her best perfume
A glass of beer and a whiskey chaser
Another night of rain
Searching for a love without the pain
Raveena says she's twenty-nine years old
But the lines in her face and the sound of her voice tell a story she can't control
She says that her heart can't be broken, borrowed, or sold
But sometimes at night when she's alone
She cries in her pillow and waits by the phone
She cries in her pillow and waits by the phone
She cries in her pillow and waits by the phone
