A ball of fire in the early dawn Burning like the place she's running from This is kids' stuff; this is not for me Just leave it behind So convinced with playing her own game She stood out by the highway in the rain When no one came, she sang to herself: Getting by on instincts and good looks, She doesn't need advice or any books A little fish escorted by hooks: She leaves it behind She said now: Get down on your knees before you die She said now: Get down on your knees before you die She said: Boy it's not my style to give anything a second thought Well she told me this and not much more As she clicked the hammer back and took her shot A ball of fire in the early dawn Burning like the place she's running from Well this is kid's stuff, this is not for me