Made her breakfast and watched her pack She's leaving home on a one way track No point in asking why, a bird was made to fly Eighteen years and fade to black, one-way ticket and no way back A cloud of smoke and two red tail lights fading out of sight She caught the last grey dog, leaving for the first time in her life She caught the last greyhound leaving town tonight She called to say she's doing fine It ain't all she had in mind, seems like all she wants to know Is how are things back home Though she's been around the world deep inside's a small town girl Everything she hoped to find was right there all the time I got a message today She just called to say She caught the last grey dog, coming home never felt so right She caught the last greyhound leaving town tonight She caught the last greyhound leaving town tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
