The Lady With The Ukulele

you were the lady
sitting by herself
with the ukulele
singing by herself
but no one will listen
and no one will listen
but her eyes still glistens
her eyes still glistens
at the thought of
making it across
the stages of
myriads of love
myriads of love

you were the lady
spinning the yarn
with all the old babies
and sharing your art
but no one will listen
no one will listen
but her heart still beats
to an endless dream
at the thought of
making it across
the stages of
myriads of love
myriads of love

you were the lady
swinging along to
jazz from the 80's
you little black swan
and no one will listen
no one will listen
but her hands still hold
on to an river row boat
at the thought of
making it across
the stages of
myriads of love
myriads of love