The Great Escape: Ellen’s UK Retreat
Goodbye to the palm trees and the manufactured cheer
She’s trading in the talk show for a pint of British beer
Spotted in the terminal, a shadow of her past
Moving through the shadows, moving way too fast
From the bright lights of Burbank to a quiet country lane
Trying to wash away the headlines and the cancel culture stain
Oh, she’s jetting to the UK life
Far away from the Hollywood strife
In the Cotswolds mist where the secrets play
She’s dancing her troubles all away
Small frame, big change, under a cloudy sky
Is it a fresh start or a long goodbye?
Fans are whispering about the weight she’s left behind
A different kind of rhythm, a different state of mind
No more ‘be kind’ mantras on a velvet studio set
Just the rolling hills and the things she’d like to forget
She bought a piece of history to hide from the debris
Of a legacy that crumbled on national TV
Is the air thinner over there across the pond?
Or is she breaking every single California bond?
The cameras still find her, even in the rain
Looking for the sparkle, but only seeing the strain
Cheers to the exit, Ellen
Mind the gap on your way out
In the silence of the garden
What’s there left to talk about?
Just the wind through the ivy
And the quiet...
finally.