That Girl From The Bar At Two In The Morning

This is probably the first song I "mastered" lyrically for this album. It's about a girl who has a paradigm shift, tired of all the meaningless sex in a meaningless life, rebelling from everything she was ever taught and everyone she has ever loved. She needs to sort it all and start over, find her hope, and learn to fly again.

She fixes her hair on a Saturday night,

And it's just routine, and it's not alright,

And she's a little conservative,

Like her mother taught her to be.

And her head's all abuzz,

With her dress lying low,

Wondering if her boy,

If he ever would know.

'Cos he means nothing,

But everything to her.

The broken window let the light in,

And she's leaving the bed sheets,

All drenched in sin,

And he means everything,

But nothing to her.

She's driving away at 3 in the morning,

Leaving her conquest without any warning.

Leaving to find her hope

On an broken road,

And she's chasing the darkness

And finding her light.

She's chasing fairies in the dark,

And she's trying to find her hope

Beneath the light of an empty street lamp.

There was no fairy to be found

But she found the wings on the ground,

And she's learning to fly again.

She fixes her hair on a Saturday night,

And it's all okay, everything's alright,

And she could be anything she wanted to be

So she just plucked from her hair her lucky clover

And promised herself she was starting over.

And starting over...

It's a bit of a ballad, however much or however little I tried to avoid it.