she ran out of loving but she just kept on running there's only ever one place to go it's eyes forward feet left right away from this sorrow I'm not sticking around to see what it's like here tomorrow
and the cold wind blows so cold and the hot sun beats down on her head and the rain it will soak you through and the road and the rail and river are her bed
she ran out of luck but she just kept on trucking as long as she's moving she's fine east of mississippi and west of the rockies the big northern fir trees and the soft, southern pines
and she wants to be alone but she's never alone in her head and the one's she knew long ago are the heroes and villains in some trashy book that she read
I've seen her in the truck stop parking lot sleeping it off in the car I've seen her in the honky tonk talking sweet to the boys at the bar she's loved and she's hated she's cheated and lied but she's lived as true as anyone who ever tried did you ever try
she ran out of loving but she just kept on running there's only ever one place to go it's eyes forward feet left right away from this sorrow I'm not sticking around to see what it's like here tomorrow
so let the cold wind blow let the hot sun beat down on your head let the rain soak you through let the road and the rail and river be your bed