Some things in life are meant to flyAnd others, they were born to runYou can't tie them up in leavingLike a change in other seasonsGood things are coming and they goLike a runaway southbound trainLike an Arizona desert rainLike a lightning in the skyLike fireworks in JulyLike a left-field home run ballLike a whiskey shot of LascauxIt's like she was made for moving onThat girl is going, going onLike a runaway southbound trainI could say you're what I'm meant to beAnd that meant to be is misunderstoodI can't hold on and let goChains away, the river flowsLoving her is like roping in the windLike a runaway southbound trainLike an Arizona desert rainLike a lightning in the skyLike fireworks in JulyLike a left-field home run ballLike a whiskey shot of LascauxIt's like she was made for moving onThat girl is going, going onShe ain't got one bit to stick aroundThere's no sense in trying to slow her downLike a runaway southbound trainLike an Arizona desert rainLike a lightning in the skyLike fireworks in JulyLike a left-field home run ballLike a whiskey shot of LascauxIt's like she was made for moving onThat girl is going, going onGoing, going downGoing, going downGoing, going down