Momma told her baby 'Girl take it real slow.'

Girl told her momma 'Hey, I really gotta go.

He's waitin' in the car.'

Momma says, 'Girl you won't get far.'

Thus are the dreams of an average Jane:

ninety miles an hour down a lover's lane,

on a tank of dreams.

Oh, if she could've only seen

that Fate's got cards that it don't wanna show.



And that boy's just a Walkaway Joe,

born to be a leaver.

Tell ya from the word go

destined to deceive her.

He's the wrong kinda paradise;

she's gonna know it in a matter of time.

That boy's just a Walkaway Joe.



Now just a little while into Abilene,

he pulls into a station and he robs it clean.

She's waitin' in the car

underneath the Texaco star.

She only wanted love didn't baragin for this.

She can't help but love him for the way he is.

She's only seventeen

and there ain't no reasoning.

So she'll ride this ride as far as it can go.



'Cause that boy's just a Walkaway Joe,

born to be a leaver.

Tell ya from the word go

destined to deceive her.

He's the wrong kinda paradise;

she's gonna know it in a matter of time.

That boy's just a Walkaway Joe.



Somewhere in a roadside motel room

alone in the silence she wakes up too soon

and reaches for his arm.

But she'll jsut keep reaching on...

For the cold, hard truth revealed what it had known.



That boy's just a Walkaway Joe,

born to be a leaver.

Tell ya from the word go

destined to deceive her.

He's the wrong kinda paradise;

But it was jsut another lesson in life.

That boy was a Walkaway Joe.



All he was was a Walkaway Joe