I Can See Her

Just outside of oklahoma city buckled down and riding in the cold
The sign she held said “anywhere you’re going”,
And i picked up a runaway on the road

And i can see her gold hair flowin’ in the wind
I can hear that motorcycle whine
Grinding to a standstill
Stopping by the roadside
And i can feel her body next to mine

She said she’d left her high school and a family
Traded in her daddy’s limousines
For a bedroll and extra pair of scandals
Blue sweater and a pair of worn out jeans

She was leaving me due west of albuquerque
Said she had some friends in santa fe
When a chauffeured cadillac rolled up beside her
And headed eastbound with my runaway