The story
She rides into every room like trouble in daylight.
She stands in combat boots and a cowgirl's grit, making the whole room look soft around her. The song trails her through small-town screens and hard edges, where she keeps moving before anybody can ask her to stay. But the boots keep stomping toward a line she will not cross back over.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.