Made of Woods

She's on her way
She don't know it, but she's OK

There's an imposter sitting in her chair
A balled up scrunchie in her hair
And she don't know
Where to go

She's made of moods
She's made of moods

She's on holiday
While her brain says
She's a disgrace

There's another way for this to go
Don't wanna be depressed or get vertigo
Just pack your bags
For Santa Fe

She's made of moods
She's made of moods

Day after day you wanna make a change
Last lap I'll race you to the runway
Day aftеr day you wanna make a change
You wanna make a changе