the dame went almost crazy yesterday

trying to save me from myself 

i know she loves me when she acts that way 

crying those tears just to bring me back 

she keeps on smiling a she pulls away

pushes me down and holds me down

i'd chase her shadow but the sky is gray 

and it's time to go. she has got to go

but it makes no difference 

because i'm going to stay awhile 

rising up in the distance

she's going to let me follow 



i know she stands for something

a different way for me



in my mind's eye she was a stowaway 

on our last passage to spain 

she never would have noticed me anyway 

my face was washed away by the rain 

"trust Jesus" painted on the overpass

with every mile passing i believe 

i think that something from this life has got to last 

i'll drop it off when i leave 



i know she stands for something

a different way for me 

i know she stands for something

a different way for me 



yes, and i know it