Lyrics:
And there she was lying in waitSilently adriftA raving reckless renegadeA prelude to a shiftNothing to lose and a vision to gainIn pretty pain and ugly joyUnder cover of the hard rainOn the verge of being a toySome questions she asks herself at nightAre best left util morningSome questions she asks herself at nightThey stick up without warningWorking at the edge of spotlightIn a coloful society of friendsWith no regard for stage frightThe hard shoulder endsShe's willing to be fearlessShe's walking around without any clearanceExpectation in the dimnessCareful about her appearanceSome questions she asks herself at nightAre best left util morningSome questions she asks herself at nightThey stick up without warning