Paroles de Dancer

Born to be a dancer Unfulfilled by their spectating eyes She was cast away, a stray Running to survive And she was a stranger Unfamiliar with their cast iron smiles She had gone out west to bury what's left Of a speculative nest she tried to forget So I guess (I guess) This is it (that's it) I'm not anywhere closer to where I was going Oh (I guess) That this is it (that's it) I'll send you a postcard if something reminds me of you And she felt the danger On lonely highways growing desolate and wild Her tattoos fading in the rays Of the summer smile And quick like a cancer She made her way to where she Lived as a child Back out west where the only thing left Are the memories she repressed In the valley of death So I guess (I guess) This is it (that's it) I'm not anywhere closer to where I was going Oh (I guess) That this is it (that's it) I'll send you a postcard if something reminds me of you Tried my best to stay clean and satisfied But I couldn't figure it out to save me I'm back home to disappear but I don't want to talk about it I was never enough for you to love me baby, please So I guess (I guess) This is it (that's it) I'm not anywhere closer to where I was going Oh (I guess) That this is it (that's it) I'll send you a postcard if something reminds me of you