Lyrics Polly Paulusma

Polly Paulusma

She Moves In Secret Ways

On a river of sighs a boat came towards me

A flimsy disguise covered the devil

Who sang from a song sheet of how modern life?s a bore

In his choirboy's attire

He sang me the life to which good girls aspire

Where men in white coats

Give us pills to tame the horses that stamp on our floors

And pills for when the horses have bolted out the door

It?s hard to explain

I don?t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time

I?m running out of trails

Worn paths don?t lead to where I need to get to every time

She moves in secret ways

And there is grace and poised perfection

When she takes the helm

She moves in secret ways

Now the house is on fire, the rats are all screaming

The horses are tired, they think they?re still dreaming

?Cause the barn doors are open, the crossbar is hanging in the wind

So the devil sings higher

?Oh, just look at what you?re doing?

Yeah, he?s joined by a choir of doctors and statesmen

Who plan their sorry lives to the last day's end

But look at all the happy things that happen by accident

It?s hard to explain

I don?t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time

I?m running out of trails

Worn paths don?t lead to where I need to get to every time

She moves in secret ways

And there is grace and poised perfection

When she takes the helm

She moves in secret ways

Days gone by, I thought I had it all

Filed in little boxes

Now I find I never had control

Just took little chances and won

Now the devil?s downstream, he?s singing to someone

My horses are free, they answer to no-one

Unbridled, untethered, they roam on the unmarked land

In my house, there?s a calm, a peace has descended

No need for alarm, it?s as she intended

I?m through with trying to fight the things I don?t understand

Accept my sweet surrender to the greater, better plan

It?s hard to explain

I don?t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time

I?m running out of trails

Worn paths don?t lead to where I need to get to every time

She moves in secret ways

And there is grace and poised perfection

When she takes the helm

She moves in secret ways

She moves in secret ways

She moves in secret ways