She never has time to inspect her surroundings
It's touch and go with everything
It's never enough to be sitting with nothing
She's never too tired to run
And even if she had her way
She'd be seeking out another
She'll be half asleep during the day
And sleepless every other
Feeling trapped in her living
Turn the page, see the line drawn through the days
Wherein lies life's ecstasy?
She reaches for a piece of silver
Hoping gold is just beneath the surface
I tell her color is way overrated