She slipped through the shadows in the pale dark of night
To the Post Office Box that hid her mystery life
With a guarded expression and a dip of her chin
She tossed her junk mail in the recycle bin
She only drove back roads so no one could find
The safe secret hideout that freed up her mind
The one place where she could go freely to think
About all of the things that threw life in a kink
She’s a woman of mystery and mystery’s her lot
But if you would ask her she’d tell you it’s not
She just has a secret place to go escape
From the stress and the chaos that lands on her plate
She smiles for there’s nobody she has to please
Except her own demons that come in her sleep
But then as the morning sun drives them away
She rises and starts her mysterious day