Barely old enough to
legally drive.
She took off in her stepmothers
van.
A restlessness that blew her over the line.
Like the wind inside an aluminum can.
At a pay phone in a donut shop.
She called a friend back home.
Were all worried they've
called the cops.
Are you crazy? Where
have you gone?
She said what would you
do if you were me?
When its suicide to stay,
and murder to leave.
She ran out of gas down in
New Mexico.
And got a job at a local cafe.
Friday nights they featured
live rock and roll.
She fell in love with a boy
who played.
He had soulful eyes and Indian blood.
No intention of staying around.
All he took was his harmonica
and her heart when he left town.
He said what would you do
if you were me?
When its suicide to stay,
and murder to leave?
She never married but she did
have a child.
A sweet young girl by the
name of Sioux.
She had spirit and a heart
breaking smile.
And some beat up moccasin
boots.
And they had nothing but
each oth ers love.
An apartment by the tracks.
And when the day came that Sioux grew up
. She said someday Ill be back.
Oh now.
What would you do, if you were me?
When its suicide to stay,
and murder to leave?