She sits alone by a lamp post Tryin' to find the

the thought that's escaped her mind She says, "Dad's the one I love the most But Stipe's not far behind" She never lets me in, only tells me where she's been When she's had too much to drink I say that I don't care, I just run my hands through her dark hair Then I pray to God you gotta help me fly away And just let her cry if the tears fall down like rain Let her sing if it eases all her pain Let her go, let her walk right out on me And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be, let her be This