Shayla

Shayla worked in a factory

She wasn't history, she's just a number

One day, she gets her final pay

And she goes far away

Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa

Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa-whoa

Green trees call to me

I am free, but life is so cheap

Scenery is still outside of me

All alone, trapped by its beauty

Shayla turned to run away

To leave in peace and end her stay

Years of fear were in her way

Lost in space and down she came

Suddenly, some subtle entity

Some cosmic energy brushed her like shadows

Down here, we stop to wonder

Cars on the freeway, bright lights, and thunder

Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa

Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa

Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa-whoa

Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa

Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa

Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa-whoa

Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa

Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa

Oh-whoa