She’s one of a kind, sometimes hard to find
Like a rainbow.
Well, she’s lost all her glory and could tell you some stories
That we all should know.
And there’s too many hands being laid on her.
Too many eyes will never see
that it’s dragging her down but you won’t 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.
And there’s too many hands being laid on her.
Too many eyes will never see
that it’s dragging her down, still you won’t hear a sound
as she turns round.
Too many hands
too many hands.
— Randy Meisner & Don Felder