David Kersh
"Anything With Wheels"

(W.L. Burnette/Phil Barnhart)
Cracks in the windshieldNothin underneath the hoodA dirt road through a cornfieldThat never looked so goodAs it does todayShe just might run away
She stares out the windowFrom the back of the houseWishin when the wind blowsIt would carry her down southLike a CadillacOh she'd never look back
If a dream had a motorAnd wishes ran on gasolineIf desire just had tiresShe'd be somewhere south of AbileneShe can almost feel the chrome and steelIf money grew in cornfieldsShe'd be goneOn anything with wheels

She thinks about her mama's lifeAmd the boy down the roadShe knows he would treat her rightBut she can't see gettin oldBroke down from the strainAnd prayin for the rain
If a dream had a motorAnd wishes ran on gasolineIf desire just had tiresShe'd be somewhere south of AbileneShe can almost feel the chrome and steelIf money grew in cornfieldsShe'd be goneOn anything with wheels
A slow walk to the highwayBreeze blowin through her hairWith her best friend's suitcaseAnd her thumb in the airShe looks back toward townAnd a car slows down
On anything with wheelsShe just might run away...