Here comes the thunder, nAnd here comes the fear.nAnother year she wondersnWhy is she still here?nBoys will be boys, she thinks, nWhat can ever come of this?nI've tried so hard to makes this worknBut nothing ever seems to fit...nnSo many explanationsnAnd so little resolve.nA shudder at the slightest inklingnThat you should get involved.nOh, but I'm alright, she cried, nI just feel a little compromised.nWhen I was a little girl, nI never had to try...nn(Is that all you want?nIs that all you need?)nnLook at all these things we own, nLook at all the things we ownnYou know these things don't make a home.nnHere comes the thundernAnd here comes the fear, nAnother year he wonders, nWhy is she still here?nOh, but girls will be girls, he thinks, nWhat will ever come of this?nWe've tried so hard to make this work, but nothing ever seems to fit...