She builds her own satellite
From an old rusted chair
She leaves this old world behind
Maybe she's gone
And the things that she cares
But it won't be for long
What do I know?
Maybe she's found
What do I know? Oh
What we all dream about
She's beautiful
And wild
Well I can't compare
And wild
But it's just not there, fair
She builds a strong alibi
From the future that's here
She needs to know I'm alive
But I'm flesh and I tear
But I wouldn't mind my own
Maybe she's wrong
What do I know?
With a touch of her soul
I'm best to let go
What do I know? Oh