Fine dust falls from steel pipelines
Like ashes from a Pharaoh's tomb
Shaking off bad luck of babies' dreams

That never left the womb

Many things are wired

To avoid short-circuits
But not us, for we are
Far too human, too human


Leslie rides on Ferris Wheels
Way up in the umbrella clouds

She is not afraid of falling
Out of favor with the crowds


Lord oh Lord please bless her soul
And bless her mother
Shine you face on us

For we are human, too human

Do your best little girl and have a little fun

Cause life wears you down and takes you for a run
Run run little girl, run run little girl, run run little girl
Little girl run run...