Listen baby, I wonÂ't leave no trace.
Gonna light out of here for some cleaner place.
IÂ'll be sitting in the backseat with my hair in my face,
Then gone fast as freedom on good wind.

If I got my hopes too high, this is no easy kind of life.
But I see it in my mindÂ's eye, touch me real as daytime,
And I canÂ't keep from trying.

No place to run for a girl like me,
Whole lot of used toÂ's and supposed to beÂ's,
I want to burn like august, shine like gold dust,
Where everyday living canÂ't hold me.

If I got my hopes too high, this is no easy kind of life.
But I see it in my mindÂ's eye, touch me real as daytime,
And I canÂ't keep from trying.

So when I reach for you from some way down place,
DonÂ't be a stranger who wonÂ't show his face.
I got no promise but these words I say,
I carry you, you carry me,

If I got my hopes too high, this is no easy kind of life.
But I see it in my mindÂ's eye, touch me real as daytime,
And I canÂ't keep from trying.