Shayla

Shayla worked in a factoryShe wasn't history, she's just a numberOne day she gets her final payAnd she goes far away, oh, ohGreen trees call to meI am free but life is so cheapScenery is still outside of meAll alone, trapped by its beautyShayla turned to run awayTo leave in peace and end her stayYears of fear were in her wayLost in space and down she cameSuddenly some subtle entitySome cosmic energy, brushed her like shadowsDown here we stop to wonderCars on the freeway, bright lights and thunderOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh