You were born in KC, Missouri

To a girl who wasn't married

After your birth she brought you to the nursery

Kissed your head and told you not to worry

And the quitely she turned and slipped away



In the elevator her heart began to pound

To the rooftop, in her slippers, and her gown

On the edge, she took one last look around

Then closed her eyes and pushed away



Speeding toward the ground

Through the air without a sound

So gracefully



Twelve flights down, nearly naked on the ground

Skin and tagedy always attract a crowd

So it was when the policeman came around

He took more than fifty eyewitness accounts

Each one in awe, for they'd never seen a girl so sad and beatiful



Speeding toward the ground

Through the air without a sound

Speeding toward the ground

Through the air without a sound

So gracefully