Well he started moving a heartbeat from the last word she said
Because love, that cold hearted killer, would have left him for dead
You can outrun the blues if you choose and move quickly
The wide streets ahead you well know
In the future, ain't all paved with gold
But the past, that four letter word's, just a dark empty road
Well she gave her hand to the first man she thought she could love
And he tried hard to be who he thought she might think that he was
But the truth, like the sun's, gonna rise up one morning
To burn up the lies you have told
Then a sorrow that won't let you go
Sets you running, hat in your hand, for the wide open road
Now she sits on the porch all wrapped up in a blanket
Her bottle just barely concealed
Hiding her face in an old winter scarf he'd worn for years
She's been crying for the first man she loved and she hated
And the young heart he broke long ago
Wishing Ma'd grabbed her hand and her coat
And they'd fled to a good life unknown on this dark ugly road
She can feel in her bones that with each passing hour,
The faster and further he goes
Toward a future that she'll never know
And she'll drift out her days, in the past, on the same dusty road
Drift out her days in the past on the that same dusty road
