She walked down on dusty road 
And wonders why the streets are gold 
And poor eyes are hot on tears 
Sunshine down and dissapers 
And the black cloud is yellow wet 
Shadow by her own regret 
And she tries hard to not look back 
And she wondersdown its pury track.

Who tied your wings and told you not to fly  [bad word] from the shadows and in to the sky 
The heart speaks words that mind will never write 
Hold on the promise it will be allright 

Don't look back 
You find your way, dear 
And then will be 
better day 

Don't look back 
You find your way, dear 
And then will be 
better day