She's late for the first time,
She don't know where she is, she doesn't know where to go,
Lost in her driving, angry and crying, she don't know what she knows,
How could this happen? - she thought she was careful,
A tear comes into her eye,
Now lost on a strange road, she pulls to a dead stop,
She bows her head and starts to cry, she starts to cry,
She says, "Scared am I."
She gets out of her car,
She steps out in the cold and thinks of what she's been through,
No one around her, no one to help her, to tell her what she should do,
"Am I alone now?" "Am I disowned now?"
She stares into the clouded sky,
Rain starts to fall down, mixing with her tears,
She falls on her knees and starts to cry, she starts to cry,
She says, "Scared am I."
The rain, smooth and steady, falls on to her face,
The rain it seems to be quite warm,
She can't help but wonder, the soft rumbling thunder,
The soothing rain, despite the storm, is trying to tell her that things will be better,
There's hope that springs into her eye,
She knows in her future that things will be all right,
She lifts her head and starts to cry, she starts to cry,
She says, "Scared am I."
