Where’s the Girl? (reprise) Frank Wildhorn and Nan Knighton (Ft. Terrence Mann)

I remember days full of restlessness and fury
I remember nights that were drunk on dreams
I remember someone who hungered for the glory
I remember her

Let her go!
Let her live, let her die on her own!
We are all of us bruised and alone
Now we both will have nothing to hold!
Let her know!
Hurl it into her renegade heart
That the best of our dreams fell apart!
And the dark of the morning grows cold