she ran out of loving
but she just kept on running
there's only ever one place to go
it's eyes forward feet left right
away from this sorrow
I'm not sticking around to see
what it's like here tomorrow
and the cold wind blows so cold
and the hot sun beats down on her head
and the rain it will soak you through
and the road and the rail and river are her bed
she ran out of luck
but she just kept on trucking
as long as she's moving she's fine
east of mississippi and west of the rockies
the big northern fir trees
and the soft, southern pines
and she wants to be alone
but she's never alone in her head
and the one's she knew long ago
are the heroes and villains in some trashy book that she read
I've seen her in the truck stop parking lot
sleeping it off in the car
I've seen her in the honky tonk
talking sweet to the boys at the bar
she's loved and she's hated
she's cheated and lied
but she's lived as true
as anyone who ever tried
did you ever try
she ran out of loving
but she just kept on running
there's only ever one place to go
it's eyes forward feet left right
away from this sorrow
I'm not sticking around to see
what it's like here tomorrow
so let the cold wind blow
let the hot sun beat down on your head
let the rain soak you through
let the road and the rail and river be your bed
