Shayla – Lyrics

Shayla worked in a factory
She wasn’t history — she’s just a number
One day, she gets her final pay
And she goes far away

Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa-whoa

Green trees call to me
I am free, but life is so cheap
Scenery is still outside of me
All alone, trapped by its beauty

Shayla turned to run away
To leave in peace and end her stay
Years of fear were in her way
Lost in space, and down she came

Suddenly, some subtle entity
Some cosmic energy brushed her like shadows
Down here, we stop to wonder
Cars on the freeway, bright lights, and thunder

Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa, a-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa

Written by
Chris Stein

Blondie
Clem Burke – Drums
Jimmy Destri – Keyboards
Nigel Harrison – Bass Guitar
Deborah Harry – Vocals
Frank Infante – Guitars
Chris Stein – Guitars

Technical
Mike Chapman – Production
Dave Tickle – Engineering
Peter Coleman – Engineering
Steve Hall – Mastering at MCA Whitney Studios (Glendale, California)
Kevin Flaherty – Production (2001 reissue)

Related links
From the album Eat To The Beat
Video for Shayla