She hits the road in the morning sun
Brings in the back her red guitar
Speed up the age and dont look back
The bottom of her purse hides kerouac
One pair of shoes is just good enough
She needs to know she needs nothing more
Shes nearly rich and nearly poor
She knows theres not so much to leave behind
Oh now she dances in the railroad track
She heads to south at the end of spring
Follows the wind and get sense of time
Scapes to the river and find her song
She knows whats right and feels so strong
She hits the road in the mornin sun likes to believe that she has no fate
Horizon now is her roommate