The Great British Escape: Ellen’s Quiet Exit
She traded the spotlight for the rolling green hills
Where the tea stays warm and the rumors sit still.
A one-way ticket, a permanent flight
Leaving the talk show ghosts in the middle of the night.
No more 'be kind' on a studio floor
Just the click of the latch on a Cotswolds door.
Oh, she’s gone to the country, far from the glare
With a brand new profile and a different air.
Is it the stress or the fresh English rain?
Fans are whispering names while she’s dodging the train.
Thin in the shadows, quiet and cold
A Hollywood story that’s getting quite old.
Spotted in the village, a ghost in a coat
Far from the days of the Oscar-night vote.
They say she looks different, they say she’s too slight
Trading the California sun for the pale morning light.
She’s building a fortress of hedges and stone
Where the paparazzi cameras are strictly unknown.
Is it a reinvention?
Or just a retreat?
When the pavement gets too hot for your celebrity feet.
You can change the zip code, you can change the view
But can you ever really hide when the world’s watching you?
Goodbye to the dancing, hello to the mist
A name on the A-list that’s finally been missed.
Just a silhouette in a British town
Watching the sun in the Cotswolds go down.
Quiet now...
the show is over.