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