Missing - Kim Wilde

They said «stick with your own kind

You’re out of your depth

Think you’ve had it bad so far

You’re not finished yet»

And all she’s known is the taste of tears

She’s going no — where, can anybody hear

Now she’s missing in the eyes of the law

She got out quick, she couldn’t take much more

Now she’s missing in the eyes of the law

Somebody help her

It’s cold in the street

There’s a cold in her nose

She’s been walking all night

And the rain’s soaked her clothes

She doesn’t know what she’s doing here

She shrugs her shoulders, guess that’s the way it goes

And now she’s missing in the eyes of the law

She only did it 'cos she wanted much more

And now she’s missing in the eyes of the law

Somebody help her

Somebody