She's Onto Something

She stands there on the stage
with everything about her
a testament to all that she has seen. 
An ancient braided band, 
draped across her shoulder, 
swaying with her guitar as she sings. 

Her melodies adrift
upon the softly moving  
voice of someone settled in her world. 
Telling of the heartache; 
a lifetime full of struggle, 
somehow trapped within this little girl. 

Maybe that's the key to being free. 
If singing lifts you up, that's fine with me. 

She's onto something. 
She's onto something. 
Might just be words to me and you; 
another dream to pull her through. 

She's onto something. 
She's onto something. 
Another verse to ease the pain. 
A minor slide into refrain. 
She's onto something. 

It's just the same old chords
you've heard a thousand times
Still it's how she plays that makes them shine. 
I hope to find a way
to share the things I feel
carried deep within a song of mine. 

Maybe that's the key to being free. 
If singing lifts you up, that's fine with me. 

She's onto something. 
She's onto something. 
Might just be words to me and you; 
another dream to pull her through. 

She's onto something. 
She's onto something. 
Another verse to ease the pain. 
A minor slide into refrain. 
She's onto something. 
She's onto something. 

Maybe that's the key to being free. 
If singing lifts you up, that's fine with me. 
Maybe that's the key to being free. 
If singing lifts you up, that's fine with me. 
She's onto something. 

Music & Lyrics: Chris Schnyder