00:00Small-town girl, Coca-Cola grin, honeysuckle skin, born beneath the ready sign of a strawberry
00:24moon. Small-town girl, shows up for her friends, crazy about the bands. I was there when she
00:41first put away childish things. We had spring in our heels, unwavering forces, head first
01:01into the unknown. Like runaway horses, in a fever till the end. And every step is a silver
01:22prayer in the face of a hard wind. You traded school for wedding rings and rent, invitation
01:40sent. You and him by a bar out on the edge of town. Small-town girl, put your dreams on ice,
01:58never thinking twice. Some you'll surely forget. Some that you never will. There was a promise
02:13in our stride. But we changed courses, head first into the unknown. Like runaway horses, in a fever till
02:38end. And every step is a silver prayer in the face of a hard wind. Like runaway horses, it's
02:55a long way back home again. When every step is a silver prayer in the face of a hard wind.
03:08and then I told you to continue to lure in the motherhood ofuredиваемaces. Some that
03:30make you feel sick and that makes come toak when you turn in your eyes until you start
