I've got my bag slung over my shoulder, and in my sturdiest pair of boots
I walk the highway's gravel shoulder westward towards the setting sun
I got good but still have hunger, a woman she'd turned her face toward mine, and when you feel that kind of hunger, a woman knows to leave you behind
The highway stretches out just like an angel's wings to the line that cuts the land from sky
And god knows I'm a sinner, but I'm not begging for forgiveness this time
You walk these streets like a soldier; a solitary infantry woman
I could have been the helicopter sent to save you, but I'm walking away instead