One of those days
  that just comes and goes
  it's not so special
  she watches the birds
  that rest on a ledge
  outside her room
  the wallpaper old and faded
  a crack in the window pane
  the radio just keeps playing
  playing that same old song.
  
  She smiles to herself
  "they think that i'm strange...
  ...they say I'm a dreamer
  ...but I don't complain,
  though I don't have much
  to call my own."
  and she's not a movie star, no
  and she's not a beauty queen
  she'll tell you it doesn't matter
  'cause she's not the only one
  she says,
  
  "I know a place
  where I keep the best of things
  I'm not gonna wait
  for my piece of heaven.
  Where there's a road
  it leads to the promised land
  I just turn the key
  the key to the
  ...kingdom..."
  
  she stares at the page
  of a new magazine, the morning papers
  she walks into town
  and catches a show
  if she can find the time
  and she's not a movie star, no
  and she's not a beauty queen
  she'll tell you it doesn't matter
  'cause she's not the only one.
  she says,
  
  "I know a place
  where I keep the best of things
  I'm not gonna wait
  for my piece of heaven
  where there's a road
  it leads to the promised land
  I just turn the key
  the key to the
  ...kingdom..."