She's like the starts and the moon And the sun smiling down upon the ocean She doesn't know what she's doing She's a river running over emotion But she's got no horn to blow She's got no boat to row Oh, which way will she go? She is nothing but perfection And wisely she makes me pay for it She can live without my affection And my heart, she has nothing to say for it She just collects her due She'll go lie down when she's through Oh, what will she do? She is a highway through the desert Stretching into infinity lined by telephone wires She is the storm at the top at the top of the mountain And she has no mercy on fools and liars And sometimes she just runs around She's lost in the middle of town Oh, when will she go down? Oh no, which way will she go? Oh no, which way will she go? She don't answer when I call She goes on building her wall, and standing so tall Oh, how hard will she fall? She is a tiger in a cage And she tears apart all of the meat you throw her She has trouble acting her age And she laughs at all the pictures you show her Her fire don't burn slow There's things she'd rather not know Oh, which way will she go?