Isabel's Daughter - The Jayhawks

Isabel’s daughter, she’ll turn around, 'round, 'round

Walking on water, don’t let her drown, drown, drown

Don’t let her drown, drown, drown

Staring at distorted images

Passing slowly stretching limitless

Blinking, dull, and unremarkable

From the window of her second-hand car

Isabel’s daughter, her turn to dream, dream, dream

Frozen, she falters, what does she believe, 'lieve, 'lieve?

What does she believe, 'lieve, 'lieve?

Early to be broken wide, it seems

Held toward a common reasoning

Full of open-ended mysteries

Built on stark and shaky ground

One sees the mountain from a low plateau

Craves experience, but we won’t let go

Climbs the fences built of graying stone

We lift the barrier, and we watch them run

Isabel’s daughter, she’ll turn around, 'round, 'round

It’s quiet without her, never a sound, sound, sound

She’ll turn around, 'round, 'round

Never a sound, sound, sound

She’ll turn around, 'round, 'round