On these streets of stone
You might see her walking
All the time alone

She just got tired of talking

As she passes by, you might just get lucky

If you catch her eye
You might see a smile


In a world gone quite mad
She is quietly laughing
For all the good times she's had

Most of us don't get near

She has danced with them all

The short and the tall
The rich - and the famous ones
The poor - and the nameless ones


On these streets of stone
You might hear her singing

All the time alone
It's just her way of bringing


Her past to the fore
She remembers it all
When they shouted "Encore"

Then the curtain did fall

She has sung for them all

In theaters and halls
The rich - and the famous ones
The poor - and the blameless ones


On these streets of stone
You might see her walking

All the time alone
She's just got tired - of talking