Kayleen, they call her, the Queen of High C;
Talks to nobody, just sings on the street
To the traffic noise,
And she doesn't know that they're there.
The kids all make fun of her, calling her names.
They don't like her music; They think she's insane
Singing silly songs…
Old movie themes from the 30's.
She throws up her arms,
Sings it loud, and it's clear;
Songs of old loves and regrets.
Lost in the storm of her mind and her fear.
Some say its rain, but I say it's tears;
Lost in a world that nobody hears…
Some people say that she came from the East;
Amsterdam , Paris or maybe from Greece.
She's been out here…
Many long years come rain or shine.
I think she's kindly, just lost in her mind,
And, oh what a voice that I hear on the breeze
As it floats along…
All in a song of another time.
Living on charity, hostels and doorways,
Season to season it seems;
A life of profanity, stripped of all vanity,
It sails along, floating on song;
Wasting away, 'til its all gone…
Kayleen, they call her, the Queen of High C;
Talks to nobody, just sings on the street
To the traffic noise…
But she doesn't know they are there.
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