Dimestore Mona Lisa

Dimestore Mona Lisa

With her unnerving stare…

I asked where she was headed;

She said, "Babe, I'm already there."

She'd been sick for quite some time;

I didn't realize how bad.

The boys all talked about her smile;

To me she always seemed so sad.

She asked me a question,

"Tell me which one of these is true…

Tell me, do you choose your life

Or does your life choose you?"

On Lancelot's horse I ride,

Esmerelda for to see.

I have traveled so many miles;

Esmerelda's [tres joli?].

And I wake from this dream I swear,

At least a couple times a week.

I've been alone for so long now,

I still get startled when I speak.

Tell me Esmerelda,

At least give me a clue…

Tell me, do you choose your life,

Or does your life choose you?

I've got some reservations

About what I'm doing here.

Like O'Connor's "Revelation",

Things don't seem so clear.

It seems that insecurity

Has gotten the best of me.

And all the dead soldiers before me

Offer little company.

Dimestore Mona Lisa,

I think you already knew.

Mona, tell me, do you choose your life

Or does your life choose you?

Mona, tell me, do you choose your life

Or does your life choose you?