She spent the summer in Chicago

Spent the winter in LA

She can run faster than a river

Sometimes I still hear her say



You can always be gone

But you can't always make the ride go on and on

You can always drive fast

But you can't always make the long ride last



She fell in love in Colorado

And drove out west to see the bay

I'll feel sorry for him tomorrow

But he's a lucky man today



She will always be gone

But she won't always make the ride go on and on

She will always drive fast

But she won't always make the long ride last



One day she showed up at my house

She said