She stands just beyond the mirror
She barely whispers but I can hear her
Women passing want to be her
In the dark, still I can see her.
Patiently, the lady waits.
She paces in the corridor
Her footsteps echo on the floor
Behind her glasses, silent eyes
Watch the distant twilights rise
She taps her foot, the lady waits.
Out the window, in the sky
A brand new world passes by
She is much too strong to cry
Embraces night as daylights die
With her arms folded, the lady waits.
She stands dressed behind the mirror
She couldn’t be there any clearer
When I talk, she can’t hear me
Even though her ghost is near me
In another world, the lady waits.
…..the lady waits…..