Something of My Own
Lori Lieberman
All I need is something of my own
A locket to wear made of shiny moonstone
As pale as the clouds are before a good rain
And a picture of someone who whispers my name
All I need is somewhere of my own
Made of brick or of tin, someplace I can call home
With a lamp and a bed and a taffeta chair
And the sound that my heart makes
When he climbs the stair
And I’m waiting for you
Feel me waiting
And I’m praying for you
Hear me praying
And I’ll still be here
For you
All I need is someone of my own
With eyes that won’t wander and a heart I can hold
We’ll lie in the darkness and he’ll kiss my hair
When I wake in the morning, he’ll still be there
All I need is something of my own
A chair and a heart and a moon-colored stone
As pale as the clouds are before a good rain
And a picture of someone who’ll whisper my name
