Well that old cars was half rusted
And ate up the road's dust
and now she's put into it
More than she paid

Flaggin Down strangers
Who might help
Feeling like a stranger
To herself

Well she once taught the third grade
But now she's a barmaid
And can swallow one down
For every one she's poured

There are long nights and barroom fights
Faces bleeding
She swears She's leaving
But she's not really sure

Where can she run to now
Just somewhere else
Feeling like a stranger
To herself

Riding down the road it seems
That every town is just another dream
Her father sowed
Some of them are dying Lord
And some are growing high
Reaching for the sky

Sometimes an old friend
Waiting to mend the frayed ends
Of a worn relationship
Tries to get in touch

But words don't come easy
And she's not who she used to be
She spends her nights with cowboys
Who stray in from the dust

Half written pages
Lying on her shelf
Feeling like a stranger
To herself

About a girl in New Mexico
Who came from Ohio