she sits late at night, in the light of a candle,
her wishes that never came true.
her hopes gets so high, they're too hard to handle,
she stares as they face out of view.
and these songwords have led her to nowhere,
cept a slow, slow song.

now she's waiting at the stoplight,
with nowhere to go.
but in our town there's just one stoplight.
oh I wish she would know.

jag vill vara i detta state of mind.