Child of fear, child of anger
Traveler on the open road
An ancient car she bought
with money that he gave her
When he died, oh oh
That was the only thing he ever gave her
Except for failing eyes and curly hair
And I did not believe that
I could ever really save her
Though I tried, I swear
And if I traveled fifty lifetimes
Through every country of the world
I don't believe I'd ever find myself
A more enchanting girl
A more enchanting girl
We made it through the wintertime unscathed
Talked all night and slept away the days
And though she had no faith to speak of
Her silhouette looked saved
Fading light of day
And if I traveled fifty lifetimes