Excerpts From a Missing Persons Report

Gone to lead some secret life,
Invisible, she runs outside
With no footprints, evidence, reason why
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide

And I don't know what to tell ya
I don't know what to say, 'cause it don't look good
And I don't know how to say this
I don't know what it is, 'cause it don't make sense

No one says they've seen her since
Both far and wide, the search runs dry
But she's still levitating in my mind
She'll live in there until we die

And I don't know what to tell ya
I don't know what to say, 'cause it don't look good
And I don't know how to say this
I don't know what it is, 'cause it don't make sense



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Writer(s): Alexander French
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