She was waiting for her calling,
But got swept up in temporary madness,
Waiting for someone else's ship,
Forever the innocent stowaway.

And yes, she's falling home once more,
But you know it's only for a while,
She's back to get a couple things,
And then recharge her smile.

She couldn't hear the recess bell,
But she's still out there compensating,
Waiting for them to look for her,
Forever lost in saintly silence.

So sure, she's falling home again,
And she swears this time she'll really stay,
But you know that soon you'll turn around,
To see her as she floats away.

She was wishing on the bible,
And swearing on a northern star,
Waiting for the glue to set,
On her collage of injury.

And yes, she's falling home again,
As she has the tendency to do,
When life presents a finger scratch,
She's running home to you.