As A Child - Suzanne Vega

As a child

You have a doll

You see this doll

Sitting in her chair

You watch her face

Her knees apart

Her eyes of glass

In a secretive stare

She seems to

She seems to

She seems to

Have a life

Pick up a stick

Dig up a crack

Dirt in the street

Becomes a town

All of the people

Depend on you

Not to hurt them

Or bang the stick comes down

And they seem to

They seem to

They seem to

Have a life

As a child

You see yourself

And wonder why

You can’t seem to move

Hand on the doorknob

Feel like a thing

One foot on the sidewalk

Too much to prove

And you learn to

You learn to

You learn to

Have a life