Bend

She is a riddle She is a poem She is the music inside my home And I've been on the mend Yeah I've been on the mend She is a melody I play until it comes I feel it if it's there, I hum along And I've been on the lam Yeah, I've been on the lam And you're going out to Bend Will I see you again? And I've seen trouble on my way I try to make it through another day Yeah I've seen trouble on my way Making words in alphabet soup Bouncing them off of you Take my ticket, take my fare Take the silence if it's there and I I've been on the mend And you're going out to Bend Will I see you again? Yeah you're going out to Bend Will I see you again?