Michael, Jon, Aurelio



Washin' the floors to send you to college

Staying at home so you can feel safe

What do you think is the soul of her knowledge

What do you think that makes her feel safe



Biting her lips and lowering her eyes

To make sure there's food on the table

What do you think would leave her surprised

If the world were as willing as she's able



Hugging herself in an old kitchen chair

She listens to your hurt and your rage

What do you think she knows of despair

What is the aching of age



The fathers, the children, the brothers

Turn to her

And everybody white

Turns to her

What about her turning around alone

In the everyday light

There oughta be a woman can break down

Sit down, break down, sit down

Let everybody else call it quits on a Monday

Blues on Tuesday, sleep until Sunday down

Sit down, break down, sit down

A way out of no way

It's flesh out of flesh

It's courage that cries out at night

A way out of no way

It's flesh out of flesh

It's bravery kept out of sight

A way out of no way

It's too much to ask

It's too much of a task for any one woman