[Anna:]
In the midst of this nothing. This miss of a life.
Still there's this wanting to see you go by.
[Martha:
It's almost like lovin'. Sad as that is.
[Thea:]
May not be cool, but it's so where I live.
[Wendla:]
It's like i'm your lover or more like your ghost.
I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go.
[Thea:]
I try and just kick it but what can I do.
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you!
[All girls:]
See us, winter walking after a storm.
It's chill in the wind but it's warm in your arms.
The stop all snow line, may not be true.
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you!