Wow, has it really been 14 months since I last wrote a song
Well, here I am again
Not sure about the music - I must admit that each time I read it I feel soft rock, Bon Jovi something like that...
Headlines and Movies
She is a prisoner
By her own request
Take me where I’ve asked to go
Not thinking, maybe he’s not the same as the rest
She’s restless, tries to relax
Nothing more she can do
Watch the numbers count up
Was it better than waiting at the back of the queue
Too many headlines, too many movies makes ten miles seem like a lifetime
Little girl lost in an ocean of doubt waiting for someone to throw her a lifeline
If she gets through this night, she’ll make everything right that’s for sure
She’s gotta make it, gotta make it, got to get to the place, the place where he’s waiting for her
Should she ask
How much longer to go
The headlights light up the trash in the road
How we all hate the unknown
Whispers to the phone
Words she can’t catch
Looks like he’s won, he might have a gun
She’s there alone and there’s nowhere to run
Bridge
Turn onto mainstreet
Immersed in city life
A sign to her destination
Her heart can beat slower tonight
Stepping out of her nightmare
Out into the night
Laughs when she thinks what the fuss was about
Of course it was ok there was never a doubt
Too many headlines, too many movies makes ten miles seem like a lifetime
Little girl lost in an ocean of doubt waiting for someone to throw her a lifeline
If she gets through this night, she’ll make everything right that’s for sure
She’s gotta make it, gotta make it, got to get to the place, the place where he’s waiting for her
If she gets through this night, she’ll make everything right that’s for sure
If she gets through this night, she’ll make everything right that’s for sure
Thanks for reading.
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