Well, I have a friend knew Isadora Duncan,
Yeah, she wore her scarves too long, hit the gas a bit too strong,
She lost her head, still she saw the glory...or so goes the story,
Hope she was not wrong.

She waits underneath electricity,
What does she touch'
What does she see'

Isadora Duncan, so free,
Isadora.

She is leaping, she is spinning with some urgency fantastic,
Outspoken, she is choking as she veers into heavy traffic,
Were you listening to the angels between the lines of your symphony'
Dancing under cobalt blue skies, morning star free.

She waits underneath electricity,
What does she touch'
What does she see'

Isadora Duncan, so free,
Isadora.

You taught me well, loved me even better,
Prayed over my fields when they were cold and barren,
Yeah, you held the truth from an austere trailer,
Shoring up my failure, I was long past caring.

She waits underneath electricity,
What does she touch'
What does she see'

Isadora Duncan, so free,
Isadora Duncan, so free.