You ran a question by me the other day
"I need to know," you said.
"How has she been?"
So I told you that

She's been chasing dreams;
Falling into streams
Of consciousness she never believed
She was capable of visualizing

She's been rushing her days;
"If I schedule this for then
It'd make time for that one thing
I planned way back when."

She's been skipping past ordeals;
Distraction and detachment
Were the few things that kept her
On her two feet to keep moving

She's been breathing too hard;
Taking in as much as she can
So she'll never be left to wonder
If it was just history repeating again

She's been smiling a little wider;
Though her eyes tell a different tale
That she isn't at all keen on sharing
She's just passing through

Just passing through