Who Could It Be

A young ballerina she twirled in the palm of his hand|Dancing on cue as she tried to slip through his command|She longed for someone who one day would come set her free|Who could it be|Who could it be||He taught the lonely to live by the words that were good|But when he was home all his lessons were misunderstood|The face he would hide is the one every night she would see|Who could it be |Who could it be||(chorus)|She thought she knew who she'd be when she grew|Somehow everything fell in a different direction than planned|Now she's alone, all her plans made are gone|Her worlds in the air and she doesn't know where it will land||Her smile was as sweet as the fruit that now falls from the vine|To feed grazing sheep as they walk above where she now lies|A stone wrapped in moss and a story that's lost underneath|Who could it be |Who could it be||(repeat chorus)|||