Standing apart from the crowd on the ground
Daring Susan with luck she will soar
Upon looking down she can see all the frowns
Colored lights and waxed figures galore
Daring Susan, changing her outlook on life
She stands on the ledge of the twenty-third floor
The windy wind blows through her hair
An old lady cries and a little boy hides
As Susan soars through the air
Daring Susan, changing her outlook on life
Daring Susan can't fly
Daring Susan can't fly
She lands on the ground by the hypocrites' frowns
The poor girl's last words barely heard
A bystander bends down to where she has fallen
With one breath she speaks her last word
Daring Susan, changing her outlook on life
Daring Susan can't fly
Daring Susan can't fly
Standing apart from the crowd on the ground
Daring Susan with luck she will soar
Upon looking down she can see all the frowns
Colored lights and waxed figures galore
Daring Susan, changing her outlook on life
Daring Susan, changing her outlook on life