She's lived one hundred lives
Since the first day she way born
Since that long ago, far away
Very early morn
And she's worn one hundred faces
Since the first one she put on
She keeps trying on a different size
She keeps trying out a different kind
And outside the cars drive by
She sits and wonders why
Everything's the way it is
But she don't know what way she is
She's waiting for the prophet
To separate the truth from the lies
Waiting until she sees it
With her own eyes
She's watchin' the highway signs
She's looking outside the lines
Opening every door
Watching the waves hit the shore
Turning every corner
With wide-open eyes
Maybe she'll find the land
Where the unknown answer lies
She's watchin' the way they groove
She's watchin' their lips move
They might do somethin' she won't
They might know somethin' that she don't