I have to tell you  about this little man  who thought he could do  anything he put in his mind    but then he found a little   stumbling bloc in sight  and he forgot his name and hers  and just went riding back    poor little girl, i was willing to be  another mistress to you  but there was someone outside of me  i couldn't hold on to    if the sea covers my tracks  i'll find a way to fly  and if the wind blows my steps  the way home will just be next    poor little girl, i was willing to be  another mistress to you  but there was someone outside of me  i couldn't hold on to    so when i cry  you have to see beyond the tears  and see what's inside  what i can't sing    if the sea covers my tracks  i'll find a way to fly  and if the wind blows my steps  the way home will just be next