From the recording In Walked Winterlark
The back fence blew down in April, when the second child was born. Grandpa always said his flower must've been the kind with thorns. New shoes barely worn daring Mary, she threw them in the road. Daring Mary always guaranteed a fight. Daring Mary kept her Mama up at night. Seems like things were daring Mary all her life. Everything the school nuns taught her, just another way to sin. A bully pushed her little brother, she cursed him and zeroed in. Such god awful grins daring Mary, you should have seen the blood. Daring Mary found the grays in black and white. Daring Mary always mixed up wrong and right. Seems like things were daring Mary all her life. High school was way too easy, but boys could always make her sweat. She blew out some sixteen candles, lit another cigarette. Next week the child came early, but Mary wasn't ready yet. Wailing in a bassinet daring Mary. Sixteen years of waiting tables, worn shoes and tired bones. Five teenage girls sat laughing, the loudest was her own. Life after methadone daring Mary, she did it for the kid.