There She Goes Howard Goodall

[PAULA PAXTON]
There she goes, there she goes
Full of fear, full of rage
Far from here from the cage of my heart
And it’s only the start

Off she sails, off she sails
Sad and lost, like a ship
Tempers tossed in the grip of the storm
True to type and to form

And there’s nothing, no nothing we mothers can possibly say
All our weeping and wailing
Won’t ever dissuade them
From sailing away

But hey, there I go
There I go
Scheming schemes for a life
Which it seems has a life of its own
As she goes it alone

Look at me, look at me
Making free with her pain
Saying, “see how much pain could be spared
If that pain could be shared.”