Pictures Of Home

She almost broke her neck, staring out at California

It held everything she wanted in this life

Cassette tapes in the deck so tired of living in

Slow motion, the answers always short a thousand miles

Well, I know one thing, girl's a tidal wave

If you try to lock her down she’ll take the fire escape

She said please send pictures of home

'Cause I was born for life on the road

There ain’t no part of me that’s alone

And every right thing just feels so wrong

She says: Mr Johnston sir, how do you like your coffee?

I’m gonna own this building someday

He said: Listen up my dear, more working and less talking

This man only saw her one way

Well I know one thing, she’s a firey ring

If you try to close the door she’ll find some glass to break

She said please send pictures of home

'Cause I was born for life on the road

There ain’t no part of me that’s alone

And every right thing just feels so wrong

Made her first million there

Then thought she’d try Times Square

But she’d trade everything

To be young again in Tennessee

Please send pictures of home

Please send pictures of home

She says: Daddy, I’m coming home

I just passed Walton's old corner store

I’m so damn tired of being alone

And every smart thing’s feeling so wrong