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 doorway - it moans as it blows.
She stares through her memories and the places she's been...
She knows where she goes.
She's so full of fire but she carries no torch,
Too much wind for those,
She can walk out the screened door and never leave the porch,
She knows where she goes.
Artist: Jah Cure
Artist: Ab-soul
Artist: Buckcherry
Artist: Los Terricolas