She
She
Was a girl from the highlands
Of Lowell, Massachusetts
She
Was raised on bitter
Flowing cups of uselessness
But she was sure
That she was gonna make it out
And she would smile
And talk about the life beneath the snow
I
Had a car and a driving
Need to find my demons
She
Had a way about her
That made me want her secrets
I would try
To tell her that I cared about her
But she would smile
And say you're just a fickle boy like all the others
Years
No doubt have left their
Needle tracks upon her
Nights
Like this I sit and
Lie awake and wonder
If she
Got it right after all
With secret smile
She knows about the life beneath the snow
Lyrics copyright 2007 Brendan Quinn