EMILY HURD: SONGS

She gets away with mistaking the day for an endless dream.
Isn’t she somethin.
She knows a smile never goes out of style cuz it’s bright and free.
It’s somethin for nothin.
If you deny her the things that she likes, she will let it slide.
Isn’t she somethin.
Maybe next year she will be far from here, if she gets a ride.
It’d be something for nothin.
I’ve known one too many who run on empty, but none like Anne.

Where she has been, that’s where people begin to believe in life.
Man, she’s got somethin.
And all that she has is inside of her hands, but she’s got it right.
She’s got somethin for nothin.
I’ve known one too many who run on empty, but none like Anne.
See that light? It just might be her walking by.

She doesn’t care bout the state of her hair cuz she knows her name.
She is Anne.
And all she takes in mixes up—mixes in—so it tastes the same.
She’s got something for nothin.

I’ve known one too many who run on empty, and there’s two too little who make it to the middle.
And it’s three-fold trouble, when they go to crumble.
And it’s foregone many, but it’s taken plenty, and one is Anne.


Written by Emily Hurd