It was way too hard...it was way too tough... On this she had not bargained But she was like some missionary dancing to the beat of some Man's ancient drum And she tries hard to tell this story...but it's a hard one to tell She consults her book of Miracles... Cry...and the wind says fly on Well now you're on your own You're back out on the road again for a million reasons Well you're back out on the road again And you try to tie together some connections... You get some ribbons and some bows and get back out on the road again
So you found a queen without a king Oh yes, and everyone here loved her...no one was wrong But you're a little bit like her You're just a little bit like her A little bit like her...a little bit like Juliet
Turn to the blue crystal mirror...well as always it is truthful Oh, well you see it in the reflection of the real blue lamp Well tie the connection...get some ribbons and some bows...get back Out on the road But when they were good...they were really good...really good stranger
So you found a queen without a king Oh yes, and everyone here loved her...no one was wrong You're a little bit like her You're just a little bit like her A little bit like her...a little bit like Juliet
Let the crisis become a bridge...and cross that bridge tomorrow Well let the time that goes between, baby... Well let it let go of the sorrow She says "The sky is crying." He says "No, the sky is blue." He says "The sky is not crying," he says "The sky is blue." She says "The sky is crying." He says "The sky is blue." Can you get into that? "The sky is crying..." He says "No, the sky is blue..."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
