--She pours herself another glass of wine.--
--Tells herself yet another time she's fine.--
--But earlier today she lost an hour.--
--A gaping hole just like. Inside her.--
--She wears that smile another day in life.--
--For all we know another perfect wife.--
--But sometimes she's just gazing into nowhere.--
--An empty face just like.--
--She's not there.--
--Somewhere inside her there's a child.--
--Longing to break away and fly.--
--But she is just letting life pass by.--
--Whenever a plane is passing by.--
--Or migrating birds fill up the sky.--
--Something is stirring deep inside.--
--She doesn't know why but.--
--Softly she cries.--