She spent the summer in Chicago Spent the winter in L.A. She can run faster than a river Sometimes I still hear her say: You can always be gone, but you can't always make the ride go on and on You can always drive fast, but you can't always make the long drive last She fell in love in Colorado Drove out West to see the bay I feel sorry for him tommorrow But he's a lucky man today She will always be gone, but she won't always make the ride go on and on She will always drive fast, but she won't always make the long drive last One day she showed up at my house She said, Wanna get away? Wanna go to Indiana? Lot of music there, they say I've never been back since I bought a car and I call it home I still miss the diner on Main Street Miss walking down the old post road You can always be gone, but you can't always make the ride go on and on You can always drive fast, but you can't always make the long drive last
