It was way too hard, it was way too On she had not bargained But she was like some missionary to the beat of some Mans ancient
And she tries to tell this story But its a one to tell She her book of miracles
Cry and the wind fly on Well, now on your own Youre back out on the road for a million reasons Well, youre out on the road again
And you try to tie together some You get ribbons and some bows And get back out on the again
So you found a queen a king Oh yes and everyone loved her No one was
But youre a little bit her Youre a little bit like her Little bit like her, a bit like Juliet
Turn to the blue crystal mirror as always it is truthful Oh, well you see it in the reflection of the blue lamp Well tie the get some ribbons and some bows And get out on the road
But when were good They were good Really stranger
So you a queen without a king Oh yes and everyone loved her No one was
a little bit like her Youre just a little bit her Little bit like her, a little bit like
Let the crisis become a And cross that tomorrow Well, let the that goes between, baby Well, let it let go of the
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 that?
The sky is he says, "No, the sky is blue" And can you get into Can you get into She says, "The sky is crying", he says, "The sky is blue"