♫ ♫ ♫ Born in Kansas, on an ordinary plane. Ran to New York, but ran away from Spain. Only seventeen, when all your dreams came true. But all you wanted was someone to undress you. And all the swords you kissed could never ease the pain. And if the face has changed, the grace remains. You're still the same. And it's a long, long way, long way from where you want to be. And it's a long, long road, too long, and you're too blind to see. A frame of silence, of an innocence divine. It's a dangerous creation, when you fail the test of time. And all the rivers you crossed, so close, so long ago. Still they hurt you so, won't let you go. And you still don't know. And it's a long, long way, long way from where you want to be. And it's a long, long road, too long, and you're too blind to see. When you look around yourself now, do you recognize the girl, who won a broken thousand hearts, terrified the world? And all the swords you kissed could never ease the pain. And if the face has changed, the grace remains. And you're still the same. And it's a long, long way, long way from where you want to be. And it's a long, long road, too long, and you're too blind to see. And it's a long, long way, long way from where you want to be. And it's a long, long road, too long, and you're too blind to see. And it's a long, long way, long way from where you want to be. And it's a long, long road, too long, and you're too blind to see.