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 o-h oh oh
Oh o-h oh oh oh
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