She was tired of getting up in the morning
Driving her old trashed car to work
Standing in morning traffic
Realizing the cooler is death
She is riding her wild horse
Trough the orange field
Watching the sun set in the ocean
With an everlasting smile on her face
Waiting for you to get her back
You have to go get her
So she can get up in the morning
To drive your old car to work
Standing in morning traffic
Realizing the sun is shining
And smiling cause you will be there
later that day waiting for her.
She is riding her wild horse
Trough the orange field
Watching the sun set in the ocean
With an everlasting smile on her face
Waiting for you to get her back