And as she weaves her way, through city streets,

The dawn arrives.

In concrete glades of metal grass,

Steel cords are woven tight.

But she is free, F ...R...double E,

She was tall, She was high,

Lord she almost touched the sky,

Today, I said today,

She was tall, she was high,

Lord she almost made me cry,

Today, she spends her time.

Beside grey lakes of lead she's harnessed to

A kneeling form,

Before the storm subsides, she's flown

And leaves the body torn.

But she is free, F ...R...double E,

She was tall, she was high .....