The story
She fits the town, but not the life it offers.
She stands where Main Street ends, boots dusty, hair catching the diner light, while everybody else keeps to the same old corners. The boys with raised trucks and the women on porches know her name, but she keeps looking past the water tower, past the church lights, like something bigger is calling her out of the frame. In a place that holds tight, she is already halfway gone.
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Lyrics
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