Sometimes in the pirouette
Of her frightened mind
Her eyes are glued behind

What if they know
She wants to leave the show
And leave this life behind
She looks to the sky and slides away

Where’s this promised land? Is it far away?
Shall I catch a bus or walk all the way?
Where’s this promised land? Is it far away?
Shall I catch a boat or swim all the way?

Golly good God
They screamed at her simple shoes
She’s got the blues they say
But they don’t have a clue

How nimbly she tiptoes
On the tiles around town
Without breaking down
She waves to the crowd and glides away