| Shivering in a jacket much too thin | | | | Had to hide away |
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| for this night of sleet and freezing rain | | | | Safe place, no rapes tonight |
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| She wanders in mad dog attack darkness | | | | At a familiar stop she descends |
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| feeling for the strength to step one | | | | the steps of her mobile champion |
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| more feeble step, knowing panic | | | | Home called her |
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| well enough to call it by its first name | | | | Home was there |
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| She had felt the approaching void | | | | just up the street |
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| screamed to God, but his cell was | | | | before the trees |
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| out of minutes, as many times before | | | | Pausing on the sidewalk she watched |
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| Insanity rode her like a jockey | | | | the Dale Kincaid lights in her home - |
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| who was hell-bent-for-leather | | | | that was hers no more |
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| Given a treasured bus pass, she rode | | | | She chose him, married him, so |
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| the streets of Nowhere and End-of-the-line | | | | tough luck, baby |
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| Had to find a place to sleep | | | | you |
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