It was way too hard, it was way too tough
On this she had not bargained.
Well but she was like some missionary
She dances to the beat of one man's ancient drum
And she tries hard to tell the story
But it's a hard one to tell so
She consults her Book of Miracles...
Cry... and the wind says fly on
Well now you're on your own
Back out on the road again for a million reasons
Well you're back out on the road again
Well you try to tie together this connection...
You get some ribbons and some bows
And get back out on the road again...
So you found a queen without a king
And oh yes, well everyone here cared, everyone loved her -
No one was wrong...
You're a little bit like her,
Yes you're a little bit like her
You're a little bit like her, a little bit like Juliet...
Let the crisis become a bridge...
Cross that bridge tomorrow
Oh and let the time that goes between, baby
Well let it let go of the sorrow...
Tries hard to tell the story
But it's a hard one to tell so
She consults her Book of Miracles...
Turn to the blue crystal mirror...
And as always it is truthful
Ooh well you see it in the reflection of the real blue lamp
Well tie the connection, get some ribbons and some bows...
Get back out on the road...
But it's a hard one to tell so
She consults her Book of Miracles...
So you found a queen without a king
And oh yes well everyone here cared, and everyone loved her
And no one was wrong...
But you're a little like her,
You're just a little bit like her
You're a little bit like her, a little bit like Juliet...
Ooh and she says "The sky is crying,"
He says "The sky is blue..."
Ooh she says "The sky is crying,"
He says "No, the sky is blue, baby..."
She says "The sky is crying,"
He says "The sky is blue..."
She says, "The sky is crying,"
He says, "The sky is blue, baby.."
She says, "The sky is crying,"
He says, "No, the sky is blue..."
She says, "The sky is crying,"
Says, "The sky is blue,
Sky is blue..."
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~ two outtake versions.
