Marathon

Written by Nicolette Good. Copyright 2012.

How long I have waited
In the desert where the drive-in movies died
I am a woman
Hot blooded and bored
In the moonlight, hanging on your every word

In Marathon

I elected a saviour
I elected a man
And I parted with the heart he held in his hand
I know we found it ahead of its time
That night the music turned my blood into wine

In Marathon

Go tell the Catholic his cattle have run
Tell the alarmist that she’s lost her only one
I am a woman, hot blooded and bored
In the moonlight, hanging on your every word

In Marathon