She's been next to nowhere like a sleep walk in the dung.
She's packed her dome umbrella 'case the storm clouds crash the sun.
'Keeps an urge for swearin' down beneath her "pierced-up" tongue.
You won't come to trace her 'less you map her on the run.

She's been outta focus down the path to choice sublime.
She'd conjured up protection, but she had to raise the blind.
'Keeps her faith in wading throigh some water-damaged view.
You won't come to see her should you just be seein' new.

Don't have to be wide open
for this bird to understand
the distance now between us,
...from these places where we stand.

Don't have to be mis-spoken
for these words to mess the head.
This distance now between us,
...but one path that's yet been sped.

She's been faltered ego, faltered zen, 'n faltered pride.
She's altered all perception...it's a lost, forsaken slide.
'Keeps her life in motion 'cause there's no place it can rest.
You won't come to know her 'less you forward your address.