Some things in life are meant to fly
And others, they were born to run
You can't tie them up in leaving
Like a change in other seasons
Good things are coming and they go
Like a runaway southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like a lightning in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left-field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot of Lascaux
It's like she was made for moving on
That girl is going, going on
Like a runaway southbound train
I could say you're what I'm meant to be
And that meant to be is misunderstood
I can't hold on and let go
Chains away, the river flows
Loving her is like roping in the wind
Like a runaway southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like a lightning in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left-field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot of Lascaux
It's like she was made for moving on
That girl is going, going on
She ain't got one bit to stick around
There's no sense in trying to slow her down
Like a runaway southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like a lightning in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left-field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot of Lascaux
It's like she was made for moving on
That girl is going, going on
Going, going down
Going, going down
Going, going down