Well, she's lost all her glory
And could tell you some stories
And there's too many hands
Too many eyes will never see
That it's dragging her down
But you won't hear a sound as
It always seems to turn the tide
And for her there is no rest
We are doing what is best
One of these days she may not
One of these days she might
But her fire is still burning
And her heart is still yearning to be found
Too many eyes will never see
That it's dragging her down
Still you won't hear a sound as