VERSE 1:
P: I never was much, and I never claimed to be.
Q: Content to blend in with the background scenery
P: Just wanted to live a normal life.
Q: College, a job, maybe a wife.

P: She was constantly the talk of the school.
Q: I was just some guy, and she was the height of cool.
P: And yet, we shared that last amazing night.
Q: And now she’s gone and nothing’s right.

P: I thought it was to be continued the next day.
Q: But her personality got in the way.

VERSE 2:
P: That night she left. It was just out of the blue.
Q: I didn’t worry much, ‘cause this was nothing new.
P: And then I received that gut-retching news,
Q: And I obsess over cryptic clues.

P:I wander through this cluttered, empty room.
Q: And I can’t help it, it just feels like a tomb.
P: Take in the scent of her and my thoughts turn black
Q: As I realize . . . she’s not coming back.

P: And here I thought I had her all figured out.
Q: Did anyone know what she was all about?

CHORUS:
Q: Was she yellow or blue? Was she happy or sad?
Is she just playing a trick? Or are things really bad?
Does she want to live? Does she want to die?
Or is she just a helium-filled balloon in the sky?
Will she come back or is she gone for good?
How much more have I misunderstood?
And why did she leave those clues behind?
What the hell was on her mind?

VERSE 3:
P: There can be no doubt that she left a legacy.
The pranks she pulled will go down in school history.
Q: The things she did here have changed everyone.
I wish she could see how much she’s done.

P: They tell me to quit. To give her up for lost.
I can’t follow her down the road where she’s been tossed.
Q: They say that she just doesn’t want to be found,
And I can’t pull her string back to the ground.

B: But still I search, afraid of what I’ll find,
But more afraid of leaving her behind.

CHORUS (INSTRUMENTAL)

BRIDGE:
P: Was the labyrinth too much for her to bear?
Did the strings break, leaving her in open air?
If only I’d gotten to know her before,
And now it’s after, and there’s no chance anymore.

VERSE 4:

Q: A poet once said to look upon the ground,
To the grass beneath our feet, and perhaps answers can be found.
But it’s as much of a mystery as she,
There’s so many things that those leaves could be.

The vessel has cracked, if only just a bit.
P: And maybe straight and fast is the only way out of it.
Q: And as I see what this small glimpse can tell,
B: I lose some of myself as well.

Q: There’s so much about her that I still don’t understand.
B: But I’m looking as hard as I can.

CHORUS (B)

CHORUS (Q) WITH BRIDGE (P)