Heels clicking, clock ticking
By lunch time you be finger licking...

Someday I'll tell you about my adventures
But for now let's find the nearest open door...

It all started last May
When the leaves turned gray...

How can you study me
From a map and a diary...

In the mirror
You'll see things your way...

I have come a long way from that little girl
To this strong person I am. I...

Another song
Just to forget you...

We are feathers in the wind,
we are feathers who have sinned...

Under the tree
You can hear her play...

Lines are cold when painted black
Past suburbia I'm driving fast...

Until the day I die
I mark my grave in this town...

I'll trust you through the gates you shut on me
I can find you through the winter raining on me...