I remember the time when she held in my hand
And she told me a story of love
And she talked about people that don't understand
That a word can mean more than a lot
When I drove her home that night
I saw a flash in her eyes
Her lateness will always be soon
When I go back to old lagoon

She dreamed of a world where the bad have no space
And time is a matter of time
She was as clear as the rain in her face
She knew that she'd always be fine
I saw her through a broken glass
Where thousands of images rest
Why am I in such gloom?
I wanna go back to old lagoon

I don't believe that words can describe
The empty space that she's left
Walking for roads and highways in her life
I know that she may be somewhere
I'm sure that she remembers me
But she just wants to be free
Her flashlight is always the moon
When she goes down to old lagoon