| Dale Anne is a mermaid on the sand | |
| Reaching out with helpless hands | |
| For someone to understand | |
| Sometimes I get to thinking of the way she used to cry | |
| It makes me want to rise and paint her picture on the sky | |
| So everyone could see how sadly beautiful she is | |
| And bring sunshine to the darkness where she lives | |
| Dale Anne is a bird with frozen wings | |
| She's the queen of everything | |
| That's been forgotten by the spring | |
| She has been deserted by the ones she used to trust | |
| Packing up their promises, they vanished in the dust | |
| Standing at the crossroads of tomorrow and goodbye | |
| She's lost inside of other peoples' lives | |
| Dale Anne is a song that no-one hears | |
| Holding memories like a mirror | |
| Reflecting images of tears | |
| All her faithless vagabonds have finished with their scenes | |
| She remains discarded in the graveyard of her dreams | |
| Whenever I see roses helpless in the rain | |
| My thoughts go turning back to Dale Anne |