Out Of Her Hands

A window is open
The door is closed
She¹s barefoot in her bathrobe

While weeping in darkness
Stars fill up the sky
The TV¹s on
The bottles are empty

Three white roses
Hang upside down
She fears the morning
In this nightmare town

Out of her hands

Slow motion walker
On a seasick frontier
Days drift on an ocean
Of mother¹s tears

Below the surface
Beneath the skin
In a shallow grave
Rests their burden

There¹s a life left to save
And it¹s her very own
She can hear Jackie calling
She¹s not alone

Out of her hands

Surrender to the light
Shining through

A window is open
The door is closed
She¹s barefoot in her bathrobe