Shayla

Shayla worked in a factory
She wasn't history
She's just a number
One day she gets her final pay
And she goes far away

Oh, oh
Woah, woah
Oh, oh
Woah, woah, woah

Green trees call to me
I am free, but life is so cheap

Scenery is still outside of me
All alone, trapped by its beauty

Shayla turned to run away
To leave in peace and end her stay
Years of fear were in her way
Lost in space and down she came

Suddenly, some subtle entity
Some cosmic energy, brushed her like shadows
Down here we stop to wonder
Cars on the freeway
Bright lights and thunder

Oh, oh
Woah, woah
Oh, oh
Woah, woah

Oh, oh
Woah, woah
Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh
Woah, woah
Oh, oh

Oh, oh
Woah, woah
Oh, oh
Woah, woah, woah

Oh, oh
Woah, woah
Oh, oh



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Stein
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