Letras: Blues Traveler. Four. Price To Pay.

Standing here with a tale to tell
I might as well tell to you
Nothing near Wagnerian
As Terminator Two
It's an old one about a little dirt farm girl
Who wanted to get out for good
She'd do anything to keep that dream
She'd do anything she could

Who was she
To feel so free
With her heart on her sleeve
She just couldn't believe...
There was a price to pay

Her very first chance to escape that year
Came when the circus had come to town
She wound up in bed and quite madly in love
With some rubber nose juggling clown
He promised he'd return for her come next spring
And he swore that he wouldn't forget
Needless to say come the following May
More than her appetite was getting wet
And when the carnival finall came again
She was packing her bags to go
And with a dusty old ticket that she'd bought in advance
She went down to the crazy show
She proceeded unheeded and quite undefeated
To the trailer behind the tents
And her heart began to soar at his trailer door
She was gonna go wherever he went

Who was she
To feel so free
With her heart on her sleeve
She just couldn't believe...
There was a price to pay

She waited there until after the show was over
THen she waited and waited some more
Many hours later, the sun was up already
And her watch said 8:04
He arrived at last at about half past
With a girl under every arm
But all of this in itself could have been innocent as hell
But what began to cause her alarm
Was when he reached into his pocket for a pen and a pad
And he signed her an autoigraphy
And for a second it looked as if he might recognize her
Then he patted her hair and laughed
When he locked the door behind him like she'd always been
She was standing alone in the dirt
And her eyes were so dry that she began to cry
And something began to hurt

Who was she
To feel so free
With her heart on her sleeve
She just wouldn't believe

She wanted to tear the hair out of her head
Yeah and she wanted to wish that she was dead
But a voice in her just would not let her drop
And her heart began to break but it didn't stop

"Run all your races
And don't you fear
You and I
Are getting out of here
And we'll survive
That I guarantee
Cause you don't need much
When all you have is me"

She listened to the little voice inside her
And then she hit the road
Free at last and with just a tiny scar
And finally on her own
No one knows what became of her
All we know is she got away
And though there really ain't no guarantees down here
I like to think she did okay

Who was she
To feel so free
With her heart on her sleeve
She just wouldn't believe

That there's a price to pay
That there's a price to pay
That there's a price to pay
That there's a price to pay