The Bansch

The Bansch

She is on a plane flying away

No unaccompanied minor

She got books to read places to be 

A mystery unfolding up at 20,000 feet 

She’s my girl  she’s better than me

She’s my girl she’s better than me

Saying goodbye to you is a terrible thing to do 

There goes my girl, there goes my girl

Saying goodbye for real is impossible to feel 

There goes my girl, she’s better than me

You can’t be bought when you’re free in New York

The whole town’s waiting to find ya 

She got minimum wage, Narcan spray

When the Warrior’s come out to play-ay 

She brighter she got a head full of stars

She’s higher than the city of God

Saying goodbye to you is a terrible thing to do 

There goes my girl, there goes my girl

Saying goodbye for real is impossible to feel 

There goes my girl, she’s better than me

Alone, alone in her dorm

Waiting out the storm, waiting out the storm 

Unpacking boxes from home 

She finds a witchy potion, she finds a poem

From her sister Jo, from her sister Jo

3,000 miles away

3,000 miles ago 

Saying goodbye to you is a terrible thing to do 

There goes my girl, there goes my girl

Saying goodbye for real is impossible to feel 

There goes my girl, she’s better than me