W. Braun She said : 'Don't worry, baby", when she left me' 'You were alright on your own before I came along' 'And made this happy home'. 'And you can take that damned up guitar' 'Pack it up and hit the road' 'After all you're probably better off alone'. So I grab that old guitar and hit the highway It doesn't take too long to pack When an empty seat holds everything you own. And I've found comfort knowing Within moments notice I could roll After all I'm probably better off alone. The cold wind blows Lightning fills the sky and the thunder rolls And her memory surrounds me, carves me like a stone Like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul. Well, I was just past Arizona when she called me The voice, it seemed to change As if it aged out or get wisdom long ago. She said : 'Lately I've been thinking' 'Maybe you could come back home' Told her : 'Maybe I'm just better off alone'. And the cold wind blows Lightning fills the sky and the thunder rolls Her memory surrounds me, carves me like a stone Like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul. Just like waves upon the cliffs along the ocean Time goes by until the water changes Rock to beaches made of sand. And they still have to take the beating Just like mother nature planned But I just hope that it'snt more than I can stand. And the cold wind blows Lightning fills the sky and the thunder rolls Her memory surrounds me, carves me like a stone Like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul Just like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul.