where she walks,
   never were paved with gold
   can't return,
   but won't dream till she's old.
   leaving it soon behind
   city so cold.

2. And everyday now so long,
   how could she have been so wrong.

   And as the morning comes,
   shadows on her fall upon,
   walking crowded the streets
   she looked on,
   packs her case
   and tomorrow she's gone