(Randy Meisner & Don W. Felder)
© 1975,1976 Nebraska Music, Fingers Music
No copyright infringement is intended.
She's one of a kind
Sometimes hard to find like a rainbow
Well she's lost all her glory
And could tell you some stories that we all should know.
And there's too many hands being laid on her.
Too many eyes will never see
That it's dragging her down
But you won't hear a sound
as she turns 'round.
Beauty all a flight
It always seems to turn the tide at midnight
And for her there is no rest
We are doing what is best for our future
One of these days
She may not be so good to you
One of these days
She might shake you to the ground.
But her fire is still burning
And your heart is still yearning to be found.
Too many hands being laid on her.
Too many eyes will never see
That it's dragging her down
But you won't hear a sound
as she turns 'round.
Too many hands, too many hands
