It was way too hard, it was way too On this she had not But she was like missionary dancing to the beat of some ancient drum
And she tries hard to this story But its a hard one to She her book of miracles
Cry and the wind fly on Well, now youre on own Youre out on the road again for a million reasons Well, back 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 without a king Oh yes and everyone here her No one was
But a little bit like her Youre just a bit like her Little bit like her, a bit like Juliet
Turn to the blue crystal mirror well as always it is Oh, well you see it in the reflection of the blue lamp Well tie the connection get some ribbons and bows And get back out on the
But they were good They really good Really good
So you a queen without a king Oh yes and everyone here her No one was
a little bit like her Youre a little bit like her bit like her, a little bit like Juliet
Let the crisis a bridge And cross that bridge Well, let the time that 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 that? Can you get into She says, "The sky is crying", he says, "The sky is blue"