It was way too hardit was way too tough
On this she had not bargained
But she was like some missionary dancing to the beat of some
man's ancient drum
And she tries hard to tell this storybut it's a hard one to tell
She consults her book of Miracles
Cryand the wind says fly on
Well now you're on your own
You're back out on the road again for a million reasons
Well you're 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 herno one was wrong
But you're a little bit like her
You're just a little bit like her
A little bit like hera little bit like Juliet

Turn to the blue crystal mirrorwell as always it is truthful
Oh, well you see it in the reflection of the real blue lamp
Well tie the connectionget some ribbons and some bowsget back
out on the road
But when they were goodthey were really goodreally good stranger

So you found a queen without a king
Oh yes, and everyone here loved herno one was wrong
You're a little bit like her
You're just a little bit like her
A little bit like hera little bit like Juliet

Let the crisis become a bridgeand 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"