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
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] her like shadows
Down here we stop to wonder
Cars on the freeway. Bright lights and thunder