Four years have gone by,
she had something to prove,
and now she’s nothing like she was.
He wouldn’t recognize her,
how fast she moves
to cover all the ground she missed
She’s been running from little sprinkled diamonds,
a modest asking for her life and soul,
a ring around her neck and lowered ceilings;
she keeps too busy to remember all that.
Some people go into hyper-drive
when they smell a rotten fairy tale.
Hey man, slow down.
She said no man could do it,
four years later she’s still
on the run from somebody
who’s not there.
He said Hey man, slow down,
put his bags on the bus,
and never breathed a word of it again.
And she says Hey man, slow down,
there’s nobody here
but I can’t stop and I can’t
I can’t stop and I can’t slow down.