Eagles - Too Many Hands

Too Many Hands

Shes one of a kind
Sometimes hard to find
Like a rainbow
Well, shes lost all her glory
And could tell you some stories
That we all should know
And there is too many hands
Being laid on her
Too many eyes wi will never see
That its dragging her down
But you wont hear a sound as
She turns round
Her beauty all aflight
It always seems to turn the tide
At midnight
And for her there is no rest
We are doing what is best
For our future
One of these days she may not
Be so good to you
One of these days she might
Shake you to the ground
But her fire is still
Burning
And her heart is sti will yearning
To be found