Lyrics:
On these streets of stoneYou might see her walkingAll the time aloneShe just got tired of talkingAs she passes by, you might just get luckyIf you catch her eyeYou might see a smileIn a world gone quite madShe is quietly laughingFor all the good times she's hadMost of us don't get nearShe has danced with them allThe short and the tallThe rich - and the famous onesThe poor - and the nameless onesOn these streets of stoneYou might hear her singingAll the time aloneIt's just her way of bringingHer past to the foreShe remembers it allWhen they shouted 'Encore'Then the curtain did fallShe has sung for them allIn theaters and hallsThe rich - and the famous onesThe poor - and the blameless onesOn these streets of stoneYou might see her walkingAll the time aloneShe's just got tired - of talking