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she moves in secret ways
on a river of sighs, a boat came towards me.
a flimsy disguise covered the devil
who sang from a songsheet of how modern life's a bore.
in his choirboys' attire, he sang me the life
to which good girls aspire, where men in white coats
give us pills to tame the horses that stamp on our floors
and pills for when the horses have bolted out the door.
it's hard to explain, i don't like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time.
i'm running out of trails,
worn paths don't lead to where i need to get to every time.
she moves in secret ways.
and there is grace and poised perfection when she takes the helm;
she moves in secret ways.
now the house is on fire, the rats are all screaming;
the horses are tired, they think they're still dreaming
'cause the barn doors are open, the crossbar is hanging in the wind.
so the devil sings higher, 'oh just look at what you're doing!'
he's joined by a choir of doctors and statesmen
who plan their sorry lives to the last day's end,
but look at all the happy things that happen by accident!
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days gone by i thought i had it all filed in little boxes;
now i find i never had control, just took little chances, and won.
now the devil's downstream, he's singing to someone.
my horses are free, they answer to no-one;
unbridled, unthetherd, they roam on the unmarked land.
in my house there's a calm, a peace has descended;
no need for alarm, it's as she intended
i'm through with trying to fight the things i don't understand;
accept my sweet surrender to the greater, better plan.
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