Small town girl, Coca Cola grin, honeysu*kle skin, born beneath the ready sign of a strawberry moon
Small town girl shows up for her friends crazy about The Bends. I was there when she first put away childish things
We had spring in our heels, unwavering forces, headfirst into the unknown
Like runaway horses in a fever till the end
And every step is a silver prayer in the face of a hard wind
You traded school for weddings rings and rent
Invitations sent of you and him by a barn out on the edge of town
Small town girl, you put your dreams on ice, nеver thinking twice
Some you'll surеly forget and some that you never will
There was a promise in our stride, but we changed courses headfirst into the unknown
Like runaway horses in a fever till the end
And every step is a silver prayer in the face of a hard wind
Like runaway horses, it’s a long way back home again when every step is a silver prayer in the face of a hard wind