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
Mans ancient drum
And she tries hard to tell this story… but its a hard one to tell
She consults her book of Miracles…
Cry… and the wind says fly on
Well now youre on your own
Youre back out on the road again for a million reasons
Well youre 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 youre a little bit like her
Youre just a little bit like her
A little bit like her… a little bit like Juliet
Turn to the blue crystal mirror… was 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 strangers
So you found a queen without a king
Oh yes, and everyone here loved her… no one was wrong
Youre a little bit like her
Youre 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…
He says The sky is not crying. he says The sky is blue.
Can you get into that?
The sky is crying… He says No, the sky is blue…