Lyrics:

W. Braun

She said : 'Don't worry, baby', when she left me'
'You were alright on your own before I came along'
'And made this happy home'.

'And you can take that damned up guitar'
'Pack it up and hit the road'
'After all you're probably better off alone'.

So I grab that old guitar and hit the highway
It doesn't take too long to pack
When an empty seat holds everything you own.

And I've found comfort knowing
Within moments notice I could roll
After all I'm probably better off alone.

The cold wind blows
Lightning fills the sky and the thunder rolls
And her memory surrounds me, carves me like a stone
Like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul.

Well, I was just past Arizona when she called me
The voice, it seemed to change
As if it aged out or get wisdom long ago.

She said : 'Lately I've been thinking'
'Maybe you could come back home'
Told her : 'Maybe I'm just better off alone'.

And the cold wind blows
Lightning fills the sky and the thunder rolls
Her memory surrounds me, carves me like a stone
Like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul.

Just like waves upon the cliffs along the ocean
Time goes by until the water changes
Rock to beaches made of sand.

And they still have to take the beating
Just like mother nature planned
But I just hope that it'snt more than I can stand.

And the cold wind blows
Lightning fills the sky and the thunder rolls
Her memory surrounds me, carves me like a stone
Like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul
Just like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul.