The Great Escape to the Cotswolds

Said goodbye to the drama and the Hollywood fight

Now she's walking through the mist of a British lane

Trying to wash away the headlines and the public pain

No more 'be kind' signs or dancing in the aisles

Just the rolling hills and a hundred quiet miles.

Oh, she’s jetting off to the English shore

Leaving the talk show ghost at the door

From the California sun to the Cotswold rain

Ellen’s starting over, breaking the chain

Skinny in the sweater, looking brand new

But the world’s still watching everything she’ll do.

She’s spotted in the village, a shadow of her past

Moving through the market, moving way too fast

Fans are whispering about the weight she’s lost

Wondering if the comeback had a heavy cost

But she’s buying up the tea and the local bread

Putting all the 'canceled' rumors straight to bed.

Is it a fresh start or a disappearing act?

When you leave the stage with your suitcases packed

From the glare of the lens to the shade of the oak

Is the new life real or just mirrors and smoke?

Goodbye, Burbank.

Hello, old world charm.

With a dog on a leash and a farm on her arm.

Just another day in the country air.

Ellen’s gone quiet, but she’s finally there.

Yeah, she’s finally there.