| 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 |