On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
It wasn’t an easy journey, but I made my way solo with the grace of a kindhearted klutz.
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Fueled by deep raw loneliness, I pressed on toward the finish line.
This dream became more real with a string of boyfriends who finally entered the picture.
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
One by one, each exhausted me with ever increasing levels of neediness and histrionics. So I decided to go solo again. I needed a break, perhaps permanently.
There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'