Worn paths don’t lead to where I need to get to every time
‘Cause the barn doors are open, the crossbar is hanging in the wind
But look at all the happy things that happen by accident
Accept my sweet surrender to the greater, better plan
She moves in secret ways
I’m running out of trails
Days gone by, I thought I had it all
It’s hard to explain
I’m through with trying to fight the things I don’t understand
The horses are tired, they think they’re still dreaming
In his choirboy's attire
It’s hard to explain
She moves in secret ways
She moves in secret ways
My horses are free, they answer to no-one
Just took little chances and won
When she takes the helm
Now the house is on fire, the rats are all screaming
No need for alarm, it’s as she intended
I don’t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
She moves in secret ways
“Oh, just look at what you’re doing”
I don’t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
And there is grace and poised perfection
She moves in secret ways
Who sang from a song sheet of how modern life’s a bore
Where men in white coats
She moves in secret ways
I’m running out of trails
So the devil sings higher
Now I find I never had control
Who plan their sorry lives to the last day's end
And pills for when the horses have bolted out the door
When she takes the helm
Yeah, he’s joined by a choir of doctors and statesmen
Worn paths don’t lead to where I need to get to every time
Now the devil’s downstream, he’s singing to someone
She moves in secret ways
Worn paths don’t lead to where I need to get to every time
Unbridled, untethered, they roam on the unmarked land
Filed in little boxes
Give us pills to tame the horses that stamp on our floors
And there is grace and poised perfection
I’m running out of trails
And there is grace and poised perfection
It’s hard to explain
In my house, there’s a calm, a peace has descended
I don’t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
He sang me the life to which good girls aspire
When she takes the helm
