My True Name

Let me call you darlin', maybe call you sweetheart

Don't you hate it when they call you Louise

But isn't it scary, when they want to call you Mary

A whore, or a saint, or a tease.

But you came here in summer, you'd been living in Manhattan

You caught me wide eyed and half sane

But you saw to my center past every imposter

And you whispered My True Name

I have been Betty, Eleanor and Rosie

I've been the shamed Magdaline

And if the truth be known I've attempted Saint Joan

Donna, and Sarah, and Jane

For we all have our heros and we all have tormentors

And we'll play them again and again

But you saw to my center, past every imposter

And you whispered My True Name

And if you see me standing on the banks of Lake Griffy

Throwing white bits of paper to the wind

I'm just throwing the shards, of all my calling cards

And I'm speaking My True Name

I'm just throwing the shards, of all my calling cards

And I'm whispering My True Name