She might be in Paris
She might be in Spain
Or she might be wanderin'
Upon the northern plain
And you will find her
You must find her
Some day
She might be short or tall
She
might be blind or lame
She
might not be known in
these parts
But
she might be a woman
of fame
And
you'll find her
You
must find her
Some
way
She might be someone who's
knocked
A
thousand times on your
door
But
she might be somebody
You
have never met before
She might be a lonely one
She
might have lots of friends
She
might be somebody
You
never thought you'd see
again
Then
you'll find her
You
will find her
Some
day
She might be someone
Who's
knocked a thousand
times on your door
But
she might be somebody
You
have never met before
One last thing could happen
You
might have lost all hope
Things
could be all spun
around
You're
hangin' by that rope
And
she will find you
She
will find you
Some
day
She will find you
And
you will find her
And
you'll find your way
You'll
find your way
-- by Josh Wachtel
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