The Statue of Liberty Waltz
By Dan Bell, 2019
Well she’s standing out on the water
Her torch seems to scrape off the sky
Everybody likes to wave to her
As their starry ships float by
Someday she’ll smile
When all her children come home
But she’s holding her breath
She’s saving what’s left
While a long line just waits on the sea
Like silhouettes cut from black and white
Their faces never seem to make a sound
All leaning out to a setting sun
And a place called New York town
Somehow believing
In something that they can’t see
But she’s holding her breath
She’s saving what’s left
While a long line just waits on the sea
No time for faltering now
Turn through the pages somehow
Safe in her shadow
‘Till the dawn
Well my head’s all full of fever
I can’t drink enough of water down
I had come here for sweet asylum
But there’s a long line into town
At her feet
They’re hungry, they’re tired, they’re poor
But she’s holding her breath
She’s saving what’s left
While a long line just waits on the sea