She sits alone by a lampo-ost
Trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind
She says there's the one I love the most
his type'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
during verse
and if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be
at the end of this chorus (just as it says let her be)