Hand over Head

When she flew into town
Her feet never met the ground
But I saw her face
Like a bright, proud flower
But something around the eyes
Shadows, that put the lie to her laughing voice
And those brave, brave words

Some of us live too hard
Some of die to young
And some are destroyed by what they might have done

I knew a man long ago
A hermit who held no hope
In his withered heart
Or his sad eyes
He lived a life of counterfeit
Pretending his life was sweet
Let others take chances
He was too afraid to make

Some of us live too hard
Some of die to young
And some are destroyed by what they might have done

So she flew out again
Waved to the crowd and then
Hand over head
She was gone

Some of us live too hard
Some of die to young
And some are destroyed by what they might have done