Well she's questioning her religion again
Thoughts of her past
Swirl in her head
Compares herself to all of the rest
Moving around
In search of success
She wonders where her soul was spent
Down on the road?
Or out riding fence?
She spends the time she has with her friends
Her heart will return
When she's with them
One day she'll call
I'll hear her voice
We'll get lost in it all
One day she'll call
Where she is I hope she's free
Better out there
Than stuck here with me
I'm glad we got to let things be
The places I look
There's nothing to see
One day she'll call
I'll hear her voice
We'll get lost in it all
One day she'll call
