Wandering high
Wandering low
Some people fly
Some people don't
I waited by the river
For you to come
I wanted to put all of myself
Where you had gone
I pulled off my stockings
And waded through the shallow pools
Watched tiny bumps creep over my limbs
And wondered if I'd lost or won
I rolled around inside your skin
Then looked at what I'd done
A little angel all pressed in
She's left behind her soul and run
Wandering high
Wandering low
Some people fly
Some people won't
