And as she weaves her way, through city streets,
The dawn arrives
In concrete glades of metal grass,
Steel cords are woven tight
But she is free, f rdouble e,
She was tall, she was high,
Lord she almost touched the sky,
Today, I said today,
She was tall, she was high,
Lord she almost made me cry,
Today, she spends her time
Beside grey lakes of lead she?s harnessed to
A kneeling form,
Before the storm subsides, she?s flown
And leaves the body torn
But she is free, f rdouble e,
She was tall, she was high