George Taylor
Her Way Home
She sits beside a candlelight, a naked flame
Upon the walls a shadow falls, her perfect shape
She's buried deep, her memory she prayed would go away
But it's only getting closer
She gently sighs and slips inside a dress she made
The deepest red with golden thread and silver lace
She breathes in deep, she lifts her feet and steps out in the rain
And it's falling on her shoulders
And the silent night, she tries to light her cigarette
She burns her throat inhales the smoke into her chest
And out she breathes the memory she's dying to forget
But this pain is going nowhere
She takes a ride, she's only trying to get away
She leaves behind the lonely nights and empty days
And prays she'll find a place to hide, a candlelight embrace
But there's no one there to hold her
There's no one there to hold her, she's only getting colder
And as she shakes she fades away into the dark before her
She prays this place forgets her, and swear she won't remember
She looks behind a final time and says goodbye forever
She knows she's only leaving, to find her way to freedom
Oh, this violet light and silver rays and shadows falling on her face
She's finally believing that any heart is leaving
Oh, she disappears into the night and hopes she never finds her way home