She's one of a kind
Sometimes hard to find like a rainbow
Well, she's her sort of glory
And could tell you some stories
That we all know
And there's too many hands bein' laid on her
Too many eyes who never see
That it's draggin' her down
But you won't hear a sound
As she rurns' round

Her beauty on a filght
That always seeme to turn the tide at midnight
And for her there is no rest
We are doin' what is best for our future
One of these days
She may not be so good to you
One of these days
She might chain you to the ground
But her fire is still burnin'
And her heart is still yearnin' to be found

Too many hands bein' laid on her

Too many eyes who never see
That it's draggin' her down
Still you won't hear a sound
Till she turns 'round

Too many hands
Too many hands