She's like the starts and the moon
And the sun smiling down upon the ocean
She doesn't know what she's doing
She's a river running over emotion
But she's got no horn to blow
She's got no boat to row
Oh, which way will she go?


She is nothing but perfection
And wisely she makes me pay for it
She can live without my affection
And my heart, she has nothing to say for it
She just collects her due
She'll go lie down when she's through
Oh, what will she do?


She is a highway through the desert
Stretching into infinity lined by telephone wires
She is the storm at the top at the top of the mountain
And she has no mercy on fools and liars
And sometimes she just runs around
She's lost in the middle of town
Oh, when will she go down?


Oh no, which way will she go?
Oh no, which way will she go?
She don't answer when I call
She goes on building her wall, and standing so tall
Oh, how hard will she fall?


She is a tiger in a cage
And she tears apart all of the meat you throw her
She has trouble acting her age
And she laughs at all the pictures you show her
Her fire don't burn slow
There's things she'd rather not know
Oh, which way will she go?