Blue Smiles

Lisa, scissors in her hand But her heart

was somewhere else

She used to cut hair

on a busy street Smiling at mirrors,

counting on her feet But every small talk felt paper-thin So she

packed her books and

let the change begin

She said, “I need a life that means something true”

Late-night lectures, morning coffee,

pushing through Hands that once styled,

now steady and kind

Learning to heal what you can’t always find (ooh)

Lisa went back, head held high

From the salon to the sleepless nights Now she’s a nurse with

her blues wide open

And a beautiful smile that keeps on hoping (yeah)

She traded rollers for a hospital badge

Learned new names for the pain we hide

Pisi con and creasy—she laughs at the words

Keeps it light when the room feels tired

If you’re scared of starting over,

take her hand

She’ll tell you, “Baby,

you can rewrite your plans”

Ahhhh,

that smile

Lisa went back, head held high

From the salon to the sleepless nights Now she’s a nurse with

her blues wide open

And a beautiful smile that keeps on hoping (ooh) (yeah)

Blues wide open…

and that smile (mmm)