She Knows Where She Goes

She never says a thing about a bad situation
Some say that?s all she knows
She looks for the question to the answer of the prayer
She knows where she goes
Her worldly possessions could vanish without a trace
Just some dishes, some pans, some clothes
And so she?s turning the pages of an undying faith
She knows where she goes
Her window is open,the weather comes in
The door way ( missing word) as it blows
She stairs through her memories in the places she?s been
She knows where she goes

She?s so full of fire but she carries no torch
She (missing word) for those
And she can walk out the swing door and never leave the porch
She knows where she goes
She washes her hands in the cold dark water
Turning from something she knows
She longs to be free, but her reflection has got her
She knows where she goes;
Oh she knows where she goes