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