Sun been down for daysnA pretty flower in a vasenA slipper by the fireplacenA cello lying in its casennSoon she’s down the stairsnHer morning elegance she wearsnThe sound of water makes her dreamnAwoken by a cloud of steamnShe pours a daydream in a cupnA spoon of sugar sweetens upnnAnd she fights for her lifenas she puts on her coatnAnd she fights for her life on the trainnShe looks at the rainnas it poursnAnd she fights for her lifenas she goes in a storenwith a thought she has caughtnby a threadnshe pays for the breadnand she goes…nNobody knowsnnSun been down for daysnA winter melody she playsnThe thunder makes her contemplatenShe hears a noise behind the gatenPerhaps a letter with a dovenPerhaps a stranger she could lovennAnd she fights for her lifenas she puts on her coatnAnd she fights for her life on the trainnShe looks at the rainnas it poursnAnd she fights for her lifenas she goes in a storenwith a thought she has caughtnby a threadnshe pays for the breadnand she goes…nNobody knowsnnAnd she fights for her lifenas she puts on her coatnAnd she fights for her life on the trainnShe looks at the rainnas it poursnAnd she fights for her lifenas she goes in a storenwhere the people are pleasantlynstrangenand counting thenchangenas she goes…nNobody knows