as predicted by the weather woman
she's idling in a mile of beastly bumper to bumper
she's been too nice for too long
grown accustomed to letting her life happen
running on fumes, drives her to distraction
she's gonna put one foot in front of the other
relinquish control of the wheel
it assures an awakening
release from the fear of being found out as a fraud
she's been so strong for so long
overhauled the lives of others without question
in finding no fault, she's grinding to a halt
she's gonna put one foot in front of the other
the good road is long
the directions, they are clear and simple
but we tend to complicate them
the first few faltering steps of a child
after waiting an eternity
crossing the distance under her own steam
she's tried so hard and come so far
the sabotage is over
along with her struggle as part of the battle