SHE IS THERE IN THE CROWD ALONE
Her face a carving in stonnee
She’ll take the last train home
She lives in a place of her own
It’s four walls she calls home
Her hopes in a book by the phone
Friday she feels wanted
Sunday she feels nervous
Tuesday she feels nothing but tired of it all
She’s so tired of it all
Can you see a winter long ago
With angels made in snow
So where did that girl go?
She would love to make amends
She’d love to make new friends
But this circle’s got no end
She wants to be more than she’s become
If she could only count on something
She’s already gone, she’s already gone
Tre Sheppard