Lyrics

On a seven-foot couch in the middle of the day
She?s trying to work up the nerve to pray
Want to let herself out, let the world come in
Tired of looking at her life this way

One hand full of nails
One hand?s a fist
She got all that love
What made her shut it in like this

Oh, she?s looking for the healing
She want?s the real thing now
She?s looking for the healing
Just gotta get free somehow

?Try to put her thoughts down on the page
But nothing gonna come with her heart in that cage
Wanna pick up a brush and paint a little scene
Can?t find the beauty that she know in that dream

Oh what?s it gonna take
To find the key to unlock that door
Oh God, help her get it out
?Fore she gets to scared to even try anymore

Oh, she?s looking for the healing
She want?s the real thing now
She?s looking for the healing
Just gotta get free somehow

©2001 B. Dawson ASCAP