Polly Paulusma

She Moves In Secret Ways

Polly Paulusma


On a river of sighs 
A boat came towards me 
A flimsy disguise 
Covered the devil 
Who sang from a songsheet 
Of how modern life's a bore 

In his choirboys' 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 devils 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 

Days gone by I thought I had it all 
Filed in little boxes. 
Now I find I never had control 
I 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