On these streets of stone

You might see her walking

All the time alone

She just got tired of talking

As she passes by, you might just get lucky

If you catch her eye

You might see a smile

In a world gone quite mad

She is quietly laughing

For all the good times she's had

Most of us don't get near

She has danced with them all

The short and the tall

The rich - and the famous ones

The poor - and the nameless ones

On these streets of stone

You might hear her singing

All the time alone

It's just her way of bringing

Her past to the fore

She remembers it all

When they shouted "Encore"

Then the curtain did fall

She has sung for them all

In theaters and halls

The rich - and the famous ones

The poor - and the blameless ones

On these streets of stone

You might see her walking

All the time alone

She's just got tired - of talking