Lyrics

GLASS CEILING




She keeps hitting her head
On that glass ceiling
She can't stand up anymore
She tries bending over
And she tries kneeling
Till she finally hits the floor

Too much spit
Too much polish
Too much wasted time in college
She can't see what's in front of her eyes
She took off like Amelia
Now she babbles like Ophelia
Serving tea in the friendly skies.

Freedom Freedom Freedom

She keeps hitting her head
On that glass ceiling
She's a danger to herself
When she gets so angry
She's really not appealing
And she could hurt somebody else...

So they give her time
They give her patience
They give her timely medications
She's been hard headed since she was a child
She could drown in her chances
Just like Joan, just like Frances
They say freedom is making her wild.

Freedom

While she's hitting her head
On that glass ceiling
She keeps eyeing the door
And she can't go forward
But she can't go backward
There's no glass slipper anymore

Someday, she'll find a window
And feel a brand new wind blow
Maybe on some distant shore...
On that day, we'll hear it shattered
We'll see the pieces scattered
From a worn out metaphor.

Freedom Freedom Freedom is what it's all for.