She sits alone by a lampo-ost
Trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind
She says Dads the one I love the most
But Stipe's not far behind
She never lets me in only tells me where she's been
when she's had to much to drink
I say that I don't care I just run my hands through her dark hair
then I pray to God, "You gotta help me fly away" (and just)
let her cry if the tears fall down like rain
let her sing If it eases all her pain
let her go let her walk right out on me
and if the sun comes up tomorrow,
let her be, let her be
4 bars solo
verse 2
and if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be
chorus