Don Henley She Sang Hymns Out Of Tune
She sang hymns out of tune
And carried the yellow balloon
She traded her love for a Spanish doubloon
And talked to the people, the people who are
I have a clock on the wall
It keeps time and that isn't all
It tells me how long she's been gone
Gone to the people, the people who are
She lived in a sorcerer's room
She pounded the table and brandished the broom
She turned ten thousand when she touched the moon
And turned to the people, the people who are
The rain came and scattered away
The old antique caretaker's children at play
Early this morning, she passed away
Passed to the people, the people who are
She sang hymns out of tune
And carried the yellow balloon
She traded her love for a Spanish doubloon
And talked to the people, the people who are
She sang hymns out of tune
