Too Many Hands - Eagles

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 theres too many hands

Being laid on her

Too many eyes 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 still yearning

To be found