More Beautiful Now - John Forté

Tell me a story, angel, of your confession

Your obsession with this life

They all expect you to fly now

You don’t pretend to care

Just put some wind in your hair

If you like… if you like

You’re more beautiful now

Than you’ve ever been

You’ve ridden from afar on your hidden star

And back again

You danced your dance through graceful sadness

Through liquid storms

And climbed your hill

You’re more than a woman,

More than a song,

More than the reason I carry on

Even still

Tell me a story, angel, of your confession

Your obsession with this life

They all expect you to fly now

You don’t pretend to care

Just put some wind in your hair

If you like, if you like