Call her Ruth because she knows her Christ Call her Sandy 'cause her heart is like ice You can call her whatever you wish nothing can change the person she is Call her Maria though her real name's Eve Don't slam the door or you'll wake her as you leave You can tell by the pictures on her wall she never really knew you at all Everywhere I look is like looking in a waste I can't see any courage or hope in your face You say there's no point searching anymore because whatever I find I'll have found before I must be looking for something fantastic All this reality gets such a test Take what you're given, I'll take my time, you in your small corner and I in mine