(Rick Giles/Susan Longarce)



She's waiting on the train

And her mind is riding restless

She's got a long trail of pain

To lay down on this rail through texas

Oh but some sweet night

she'll ride it right to the other side



She could go East and let her tears dry in the morning sun

She could go South and burn off the memories one by one

She could go West where they never fence you in

She could go North and let them blow in the wind

Anywhere at all, thats a far cry from here



She doesn't want to see another truck that dusty color

And she don't want to hear his cold laughter around the corner

Oh she's got to leave it all

because this big old town is way too small



She could go East and let her tears dry in the morning sun

She could go South and burn off the memories one by one

She could go West where they never fence you in

She could go North and let them blow in the wind

Anywhere at all, thats a far cry from here



Anywhere she won't here his name again

Anywhere his trails never lead



She could go East and let her tears dry in the morning sun

She could go South and burn off the memories one by one

She could go West where they never fence you in

She could go North and let them blow in the wind

Anywhere at all, thats a far cry from here



Anywhere she won't here his name again



She could go East and let her tears dry in the morning sun

She could go South and burn off the memories one by one

She could go West where they never fence you in

She could go North and let them blow in the wind

Anywhere at all, thats a far cry from here