[GRETCHEN]
SOMETIMES LATE AT NIGHT THERE'S A LONELY GIRL
HIDING FROM THE SHADOWS OF THE DAY
WEEPING IN HER SHEETS FOR THIS LONELY WORLD
FOR SHE CAN'T FIND HER WAY

SOMETIMES LATE AT NIGHT SHE IS WIDE AWAKE
READY TO TRANSCEND THIS WORLD AND SOON
RISING FROM HER BED, SHE KNOWS WHO SHE IS
AND AT ONCE BECOMES THE MOON

NOW SHE'S RISING, FLOATING, FLYING
FOR A MOMENT SHE IS FREE
AS SHE'S FLOATING, FLYING, DRIFTING AWAY
I CAN SEE SHE'S NOT ME

EVERY SINGLE DAY I DRIFT THROUGH MY LIFE
ACHING FOR THE FREEDOM OF THE SKY
EVERYTHING I AM IS IN THAT LONELY MOON
AND I LONG TO SHOW HER WHY

FOR SHE'S RISING, FLOATING, FLYING
FOR A MOMENT SHE IS FREE
AS SHE'S FLOATING, FLYING, DRIFTING AWAY
I CAN SEE SHE'S NOT ME
HOW I LONG TO FOLLOW HER AND LONG TO RIDE THE WIND
I KNOW I CANNOT HOLD HER DOWN
SHE IS FREE YET FROZEN THERE AND I CANNOT COMPARE
FOR SHE IS FLOATING AS I DROWN

SOMETIMES LATE AT NIGHT THERE'S A LONELY GIRL
ACHING FOR THE FREEDOM OF THE SKY...