Did you know our skyline's low? No one should stand taller than her Highest vertical refrain I wonder if anyone notices her? I must admit, if I'm not looking ahead I'm staring down, or just the other way... Is it me; or, since she came down Does she now face the other way? I dream I'm Lady Freedom Standing on a dome And I have a westward vision And yes, I can see your home I see to California To Anchorage and Nome And the back of a head of a woman Her plume could use a comb It's me Lady Freedom Do you miss me while I'm gone? Have you heard the whirlybird Pulling Lady off of her perch? Call it her sabbatical I saw it all on my way to work I second-guess and I double-take I should triple-think, but then I look away Am I mad; or, since she came down Does she now face the other way? I dream I'm Lady Freedom Lifted off a dome I see a rolling quilted vista And there's your brother's home I seem to dwarf the groundlings Must be their mother gnome And a pen in the hand of a woman Wrote a most inspired poem About me Lady Freedom Do you notice that I'm gone? That I'm gone? I just learned of her return Looks like Freedom's back from her break This new change in attitude Reminds me she's not here for her sake I must admit that when she came down I didn't think she went away Am I mad; or, since she came back Do I view things a different way? I dream I'm Lady Freedom Back upon a dome And I have an eastward vision And, yes, there are fewer homes I see the Taj Mahal And St. Peter's in Rome And the back of the head of a woman Shining like she's chrome It's me Lady Freedom Standing on a dome Do do do do do do do...