Music understands her, Speaks straight into her soul; It breaks through all the rules And all the rigid self-control That she's been taught's appropriate, But feels like slavery -- For music understands her, And sets her spirit Free
Music understands her, Speaks straight into her soul; It breaks through all the rules And all the rigid self-control That she's been taught's appropriate, But feels like slavery -- For music understands her, And sets her spirit Free
Fear and hope are sisters, oft confused; The world has changed so fast since yesterday -- She could not have foreseen what she now feels, For first times are like strangers in that way. She wants to run, but also wants to stay: Her expectation rises, and then sinks -- And why is everything so hard, she thinks. It's all embarrassing, and very strange. To wait and look, but hope that she won't see: To relive every gesture and exchange, And parse out every word to find the key That can unlock this tangled mystery. And car goes by, a bird flits through the yard: She thinks, Why does it have to be so hard?
It's hard: she feels the same, But people see her differently, And how she thought it was is not The way things seem to be She doesn't want her circle large Or open, like the sea: She only wants her loves and friends In all their Purity
She knows, and knows, she doesn't know, She loves to laugh, but even so, The world is somber, flash and flame, And life too sacred just to be a game -- Assurance, insecurity, Adulthood or maturity, These aren't the same, but are as one, And life's too sacred not to be much fun -- There's fortune, and there's circumstance; There's what can only be expressed in dance -- There's what she'll show, and what she won't, And what you think you know, but really Don't