And this [?] on the road
Has been waiting so long
I heard that she's sighing like a sleeper
Who knows her more than they do
Who knows her more than they do

Oh, my sister and I
We walk in the same room
I think she understands me more
Than anybody else do

But I don't want to grieve her
For [?]
She [?]
The [?] that I've called

[?]