Gomer is lost in her old life, deeper than she ever thought that she could be and with no means of escape. She reflects on her life with Hosea and how she looked down on it as boring. Now she would have it back on any terms but knows that that’s not possible.
I’ve been laying in this room, I’ve been waiting for the knock all night. Only turned a couple tricks, and I just don’t care enough to fight. My man said he would send me work and in the room I’m ‘sposed to stay. But when I don’t make the money it’s still out of my hide I have to pay. I’ve got this booze and a nice sized stash of dope. Maybe I’ll just do it all ’cause I’m all out of hope. What’s the use? I can’t get lose. To live or die, is about all I got to choose.
I thought that I’d find freedom, but chains are all I got, a ticket on a train to hell is what I really bought. The men I thought were lovers are just predators at best, now straw, syringe and bottle are where I can find my rest. This life that I am living, that is, if it can be called life, points out to me how sweet it was to be Hosea’s wife. And all the things I once called boring, dull and drudgery, I’d now do as a slave to him if he’d put up with me. I’d crawl back like a snake if only he’d put up with me.
I wonder how Jezreel’s doing on the baseball field, I wonder if Lo grew into that dress. I wonder if they behave when Hosea is at work, I wonder if they’re picking up their mess. Funny how those little things meant little once to me, I walked away without a second thought. I used to be the crown jewel of an honest husband’s heart, but now I’m just an object to be bought. Tell me please o tell me how I ever could go back, tell me how I’ll leave this stinking room. But wait, don’t tell me anything I know how I shall leave, when someone makes the garbage dump my tomb. I’ll be thrown in gehenna for my tomb.
Someone’s knocking on the door, I don’t know if I should be glad or not. I probably can’t fake it cause energy’s one thing I ain’t got. He’s coming over to the light, I’m not believing what I see. Hosea’s by the bed and he’s sayin’ “it’s time that you come with me”. ” I can’t” I tell Hosea, “my pimp said I can’t give him the slip.” “Your pimp got paid his money, and he’s using some to stitch his lip”. “How could you ever take me back and love me when all I should do is burn?” “You never lost my love babe, there’s nothing for you to earn. You never lost my love babe, there’s nothing for you to earn.”