She walks through the streets br In the dead of night br Without a concern br About who she might meet. br br She walks right by br The most unsavory characters br Wishing them well br Without a care in the world. br br She’s not afraid br Of what she might face br For the people in the night br Have only watched over her. br br Most would be concerned br With the path that she takes br But she has no fear br She has seen it all before. br br She wanders along br Even though she doesn’t belong br In hopes of finding br What she has lost. br br She performs this ritual br Each and every night br She’s not even aware br Of what she’s been doing. br br If she only knew br What she did every night br But she always returns br And wakes up in her bed.br br A.M.