Mama when she'd ride that horse Buried out in Wilson fields
Mama'd tell me all she thought Mama'd tell me all how riding feels
And I thought Not yet.
Then when mama got too old No one ever rode that horse Until one night I stole her key
And I did ride it all night 'till dawn
When I thought Not yet.
It looks an ugly world out there Of girl-guides and disease and war
I love my little velvet bed I never want to leave it anymore
At least Not yet.
Charlie was the first I caught And Charlie was the first I begged
To lay an anchor in my heart He was running his fingers down the inside of my legs
When I thought Not yet.
All my fears will come to me in dreams Maybe the end ain't as far as it seems
Not yet revived but not yet mourned Not quite denied just not yet born
