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Messy hair and an obvious rebellion under her skin

I’ve seen her often, though can’t say I’ve known her

Saw her stick her head out of the window of a moving car

And as she opened her mouth I could hear the world escape from it

And oh how that sound can take the chill and set it on fire



I think she’s as honest as man draggin’ his feet

For miles I’ve been on her trail draggin’ my feet

Or maybe it’s just been a matter of steps

Either way, she’s lying just enough to make me stay



As clear as the fog will allow me to see

Maybe a hundred or two feet in front of myself

I swear sometimes I’d just as well have no sight at all

Cause I can feel her presence preceding but I can’t trace her figure

Damn, I don’t think even a knife could cut this curtain now



I think she’s as honest as man draggin’ his feet

For miles I’ve been on her trail draggin’ my feet

Or maybe it’s just been a matter of steps

Either way, she’s lying just enough to make me stay



I think I heard someone one time say

That she had a little trouble back in her youth

And now she’s just looking for something to cling to

Right or wrong, just something to cling to



I think she’s as honest as a man draggin’ his feet

For miles I’ve been on her trail draggin’ my feet

Or maybe it’s just been a matter of steps



I’ve been draggin’ my feet seems like for a lifetime

Now I can’t tell if she’s in front of me

Or just a world behind me