She's a rush of cold air
And this red town's let her down
August heat, 1983
She prays to her God,"Please deliver me."
To her day is night, Where she waits for life
But the summer wind has come, And caught her in her winter chill
It knocks on her door

There will be no more T-Bar
Or Vodka Dreams

She's a rush of cold air
And this red town's let her down
August heat, 1983,
She prays to her God,"Please deliver me."
Somewhere, oh, somewhere in America. She thought she'd find her
Inside she hears, "Pack your hopes quickly...quickly."
She runs down the hall, out the screen door
Which way do I go? Where do I turn? Was this right? 100 more miles to Sheridan
We all go on a journey that leaves us better than before
Which way do I go? Where do I go? Was this right? 100 more miles to Sheridan
(She's gone, she's gone, she's gone)
Somewhere, oh somewhere in America. America, America. She thought she'd try her... America
(On our way across the country. On the county roads, to the highway, on the interstate is where we go. home. Take us home.)
Somewhere in the corners of my heart (x 4)
Please. Deliver Me
Please. Deliver me
She's a rush of cold air