A ball of fire in the early dawn
burning like the place she's running from
this is kids' stuff; this is not for me
just leave it behind

so convinced with playing her own game
she stood out by the highway in the rain
when no one came, she sang to herself:

getting by on instincts and good looks,
she doesn't need advice or any books
a little fish escorted by hooks:
she leaves it behind

she said now:
get down on your knees before you die
she said now:
get down on your knees before you die
she said:
boy it's not my style to give anything a second thought
well she told me this and not much more
as she clicked the hammer back and took her shot

A ball of fire in the early dawn
burning like the place she's running from
well this is kid's stuff, this is not for me