And There She Was, Lying in Wait

And there she was lying in wait
Silently adrift
A raving reckless renegade
A prelude to a shift

Nothing to lose and a vision to gain
In pretty pain and ugly joy
Under cover of the hard rain
On the verge of being a toy

Some questions she asks herself at night
Are best left until morning
Some questions she asks herself at night
They stick up without warning

Working at the edge of spotlight
In a colorful society of friends
With no regard for stage fright
The hard shoulder ends

She’s willing to be fearless
She’s walking around without any clearance
Expectation in the dimness
Careful about her appearance

Some questions she asks herself at night
Are best left until morning
Some questions she asks herself at night
They stick up without warning