Shayla worked in a factory   She wasn't history. She's just a number   One day she gets her final pay   And she goes far away   Green trees call to me   I am free but life is so cheap   Scenery is still outside of me   All alone, trapped by its beauty      Shayla turned to run away   To leave in peace and end her stay   Years of fear were in her way   Lost in space and down she came      Suddenly some subtle entity   Some cosmic energy brushed her like shadows   Down here we stop to wonder   Cars on the freeway. Bright lights and thunder