Here she is
Walking down the roadside
Flannel shirt and rolled up sleeves
A happy smile covering her sadness
Like patches cover all her jeans
Hair's a mess and all burnt up
Who knows how long she's been walking
Her only company's a weathered duffel bag
It suffered much like her
Eyes half closed squinting at the sun
Dreams ain't nothing she's become
But on she goes
Ooooh...
For better days and better ways
All she's looking for's a praise
From someone that she loves
She's not used to people being kind
Had her fill of constant lies
From everyone around
Eyes half closed squinting at the sun
Dreams aint nothing she's become
But life has only just begun
Ooooh...