She wants to be the loner to survive the aircraft crashing
Then pop up unexpectedly in a miraculous fashion
She likes to be anonymous but loves to drink with strangers
Apparently there's no conflict between silence and danger
She's full of hope and fluff and shit but tries to keep them hidden
Along with all the handsome men and others she has ridden
She used to write a diary but destroyed it for some reason
Instead a simple web page gets updated with quiet treason
She flies around for work but fails to achieve every much
The opposite of workaholic and the Midas touch