From the recording Mansion full of Ghosts
Lyrics
She don't like small talk or crowded sidewalks
She don't like small talk, she don't like to say a lot but
She don't mind restful, sacred mornings listening to the rain
She don't like big crowds or dreary storm clouds
She don't like big crowds, she's just a country mouse
But she don't mind listenin' to my shaky voice chimin' out melodies
Or a glass of wine by the fireplace, tradin' memories
She don't like the rat race or the numbing fast pace of
The city's mad chase and smiley plastic face
But she don't mind fillin' blank pages with perfect poetry
She don't like shiny people or gettin' in to deep with
Phony deadbeats just poundin' the concrete
But she don't sittin' in a cafe window watchin' the world go by
And she don't mind lifting up her soothin' voice for a midnight lullaby
She don't like small talk or muddled dark thoughts
She don't like small talk or racin' against the clock
But she don't mind restful, sacred mornings listening to the rain