You Know, The Girl...

She extended her hand out the window
She was eight years old
And the breeze blew hard through her fingers
As she watched her Mother's hands at the wheel
And the world was fast
And the world was slow
And the windows changed
You know, The Girl...

She extended her hand out the window
She was twenty years old
And the breeze blew hard through her fingers
Her other hand at the wheel
And the world was strange
And the world was full of change
And the windows,
well when you're twenty,
You know

She still extends her hand out the window
She's a few years over Thirty
And Now she keeps both hands on the wheel
But the breeze blows hard
Through the open window
And it captures her long blonde hair
And the world is small
And the world is always just one more turn
Around the corner

Change is everything
Change is every
every single thing

You know, the Girl...