With her hands in her pockets and her hair Tossing 'round in the wind
Punched a hole in the sunrise With a whistle and a cloud of steam
Dragging an old brown satchel To another place she's never been
And she knows there will be time For a thousand indecisions Nothing but time and a prayer in this sleepy old town Time waits on nobody's wishes She throws away her promises to see what was out there
Well, she's stuck between And the life she'll never see again
Watching her life passing by Right in front of her eyes