She never says a thing
About a bad situation
Some say the song
She knows
She looks for the question
Of the answer of the prayer
She knows where she goes
Her worldly possessions
Could vanish without a trace
Just some dishes some pans
Some clothes
And so shes turned in the pages
Of an undying faith
She knows well where she goes
Her window is open
The weather comes in
The doorway moves as it blows
She stares through her memories
And the places shes been
She knows where she goes
Shes so full of fire
But she cant reach no torch
Too much wind for those
She can walk out to springold
And never leave the porch
She knows where she goes
She washes her hands
In the cold dark water
Turning from something she knows
She longs to be free
But her reflection has guided
She knows where she goes
Oh, she knows where she goes