Song | Price To Pay |
Artist | Blues Traveler |
Album | Four |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:John Popper Music:Chan Kinchla | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 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 | |
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 you're 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 in 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 |
Lyrics: John Popper Music: Chan Kinchla | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 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 | |
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 you' re 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 in 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 |
Lyrics: John Popper Music: Chan Kinchla | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 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 | |
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 you' re 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 in 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 |