The air was crisp, the sun had gone down.
She's wearing the braids of a little girl,
but she's a big girl now, in a smalltown where nothing ever happens,
where everyone's busy with other people's business
Large-scale dreaming, she's a restless being.
She might now have curves, but she's lacking the nerve to go out and take action
While the kids with the faces of the Moon go out and bed the kids with the personality of Mars, mistaking eachother for the answer,
she's inside her room doing chores, too scared to go out.
Too afraid of failure and desperate to be good enough.
The townwals build up around her, so her fears are replaced with the fear of never getting out.
Allwhile the moonkids turned into regular adaults and got tired of the Mars girls.
They started mistaken her for the answer, but she never mistook their hands for love
Blaming the town for her despair
Poor her, pour her.
She'll need some fluid courage in order to grab her things and run
Remember, the town isn't what's stopping you baby - it's only you.
You are your own answer.