"She Put Up With What She Put Down" lyrics

Reading the draft
Wasn't sure where to laugh
The language wasn't very refined
Skipping ahead
She wasn't sure where it lead
The patterns were too hard to find

Traffic and lights
Connecting flights
She read it through
The church rang the bell
Heard it from her hotel
She stood up open the blinds

A rolled magazine
Became part of her scene
She put up with what she put down
Laying in bed
Now off the top of her head
Knowing she could take 'em to town

Traffic and lights
Setting her sights
She always knew
Some aim to be great
But they just illustrate
That history's often unkind

Writing her thoughts
As she stares out to the highway
Will anyone read or review?
Cool ocean air
As she pulls in to the driveway
The ceiling is cracked
But she's leaning out the window
Out of the window
Out of the window
Out of the window

Traffic and lights
Connecting flights
She thought it through
Make no mistake
She'll never let them eat cake
Because history's often unkind
Still the church rang the bell
Echoed through the hotel
The key is often harder to find