She looks over her shoulder with a half specific glare As if it were the past An interception of intentions from a once familiar path A promise broken in half So she let go On the pages of a memo are picturesque cliches She once called providence Fragments of Pica**os with running lines undone That wrecked her confidence Is there any sense why she let go It was what she thought was right Through all the gloom and might of living in between And it was like she said A chance to learn instead Of staying in the lines and never knowing why She stumbles through the door Were the angels fighting demons in the corner of her room Or was it happenstance That she would catch a glimpse of loving safety more than life A faithless circumstance So she let go It was what she thought was right Through all the gloom and might of living in between And it was like she said A chance to learn instead Of staying in the lines and never knowing why She stumbles through the door Now her reasoning is theory living out a grand crusade Of greater magnitude And the consequence of failure is a possibility But will it break the truth Oh she won't know Until she lets go And if what she thought was right Through all the gloom and might of living in between And it was like she said A chance to learn instead Of staying in the lines and never knowing why She stumbles through the door She stumbles through the door She stumbles through the door