And if one man's ceiling is another's dance floor
Then she'll be the one wiser than her age
Then she'll be the one running to the sea shore
She makes a call on her friend's cell phone
Trying to tell the seagulls this is home
The operator answers and says you're not alone
And if one man's cage is another man's stage
Then she's turned the script to another page
And she doesn't really give a damn what you have to say