Juliet
Nicks Stevie Lyrics

It was way too hard
The situation was extremely difficult

It was way too tough
The situation was excessively challenging

On this she had not bargained
She did not expect or anticipate this

But she was like some missionary
She was similar to a missionary, driven by a purpose

Dancing to the beat of some man's ancient drum
Engaging in someone else's customs or traditions

And she tries hard to tell this story
She puts in great effort to narrate this tale

But it's a hard one to tell
However, it is a challenging story to convey

She consults her book of miracles
She seeks guidance from her collection of extraordinary experiences

Cry and the wind says fly on
When you weep, the wind urges you to keep going

Well, now you're on your own
Now, you are alone and independent

You're back out on the road again for a million reasons
You have resumed your journey for countless motives

Well, you're back out on the road again
Once again, you are traveling on the road

And you try to tie together some connections
You attempt to link various relationships

You get some ribbons and some bows
You acquire decorations and embellishments

And get back out on the road again
And set forth on the journey once more

So you found a queen without a king
You discovered a woman of great importance without a partner

Oh yes, and everyone here loved her
Everyone in this place adored her

No one was wrong
No individual was at fault

But you're a little bit like her
You possess certain similarities to her

You're just a little bit like her
You resemble her to some extent

A little bit like her, a little bit like Juliet
Somewhat similar to her, somewhat similar to Juliet

Turn to the blue crystal mirror well as always it is truthful
Look towards the sincere blue crystal mirror, as it always reflects reality

Oh, well you see it in the reflection of the real blue lamp
Observe it through the reflectiveness of the genuine blue lamp

Let the crisis become a bridge
Allow the difficult situation to serve as a pathway

And cross that bridge tomorrow
And traverse that pathway in the future

Well, let the time that goes between, baby
Allow the passing time to separate, my dear

Well, let it let go of the sorrow
Let it release the sadness

She says, "the sky is crying," he says, "no, the sky is blue"
She claims, "the sky is weeping," he asserts, "no, the sky is azure"

He says, "the sky is not crying," he says, "the sky is blue"
He states, "the sky is not weeping," he states, "the sky is azure"

She says, "the sky is crying," he says, "the sky is blue"
She insists, "the sky is weeping," he insists, "the sky is azure"

Can you get into that?
Do you understand or comprehend that?

The sky is crying
The sky is weeping

He says, "no, the sky is blue"
He affirms, "no, the sky is azure"

And can you get into that?
And can you understand or relate to that?

Can you get into that?
Can you comprehend or embrace that?

She says, "the sky is crying," he says, "the sky is blue"
She claims, "the sky is weeping," he asserts, "the sky is azure"