Lyrics to a song (Somebody's Baby by Jon Foreman) that has moved me lately:

She yells
"If you were homeless sure as hell you'd be drunk
Or high or trying to get there or begging for junk
When the people don't want you
They just throw you money for beer"

Her name was November, she went by Autumn or Fall
It was seven long years since the autumn
When all of her nightmares grew fingers
And all of her dreams grew a tear



She's somebody's baby
Somebody's baby girl

She's somebody's baby
Somebody's baby girl

She's somebody's baby still



She screams
"Well if you've never gone it alone
Well then go ahead, you better throw the first stone
You got one lonely stoner
waiting to bring to her knees"

She dreams about Heaven, remembering Hell
As the place that she visits and knows all to well
Every now and again, when she's sober
she brushes her teeth



She's somebody's baby
Somebody's baby girl

She's somebody's baby
Somebody's baby girl

She's somebody's baby still



Today was her birthday, strangely enough
When the cops found her body at the foot of the bluff
The anonymous caller this morning tipped off the police

They got her ID from the dental remains
The same fillings intact, the same nicotine stains
The birth and the death were both over
With no one to grieve



She's somebody's baby
Somebody's baby girl

She's somebody's baby
Somebody's baby girl

She's somebody's baby still

The song is on Jon Foreman's myspace if you would like to listen. (http://www.myspace.com/jonforeman) Look under the Winter album.