(Cochran, Crowe)

She picks up all the jigsaw puzzle pieces she can find
And she walks away
If the sun would set right now things would probably seem in time,
But it's the middle of the day
Her timings out again, she's looking for another friend
While she's moving, she better keep on walking

Well there's a hot desert sun that makes her shiver,
She's praying for the wave to run the full length of the river

Men haven't been the same since her daddy died,
Was he the last real man?
Two strong hands to lift her up
And love enough, to understand

Everything is cloudy like the last big forest fire,
No stars no guide
This blackened wasteland of a young girls broken heart,
No place to hide
The doors have closed again, straining for this to make sense
Taking comfort from what she knows she's getting used to this

Well there's a hot desert sun that makes her shiver,
She's praying for the wave to run the full length of the river

Men haven't been the same since her daddy died,
Was he the last real man?
Two strong hands to lift her up
And love enough, to understand

Full length of the river,
Full length of the river,
Full length of the river