by tyler stenson © 2002

She packs her bags to go
To suggest that no one can stop her now.
She’s bringing all her clothes-
It’s another thing she does to calm her down.
She drives a small white car
And she’s laughing as it’s smoking up the hill.
She pulls the seat up as far as it can go
And she wants sailboats.

When it’s late, she can’t keep her eyes open
(She doesn’t even try).
I say wake up,
She says No,
Cause it’s way too late.

She is stripped by the weather.
She doesn’t care whether
She sinks or swims in this world she’s in.
She’s riding alone.

I’ve never seen such small hands
But somehow all those rings get stuck.
She’s got the kind of smile
That keeps me always thinking
About the way she talks
And how her voice gets hi on the phone.
I’m calling it dumb luck
How I treat her sometimes,
Yet all I feel is love.
I’ll give her horses.

When it’s late, she can’t keep her eyes open
(She doesn’t even try).
I say wake up,
She says No,
Cause it’s way too late.

She is stripped by the weather.
She doesn’t care whether
She sinks or swims in this world she’s in.
She’s riding alone.

When the TVs on, she won’t even answer me.
At night when we sleep,
She rolls over to my side
And I push her away
But it’s never way too long before she slides my way.

She is stripped by the weather.
She doesn’t care whether
She sinks or swims in this world she’s in.
She’s riding alone.