Stone

She's a wildfire burnin on a midnight stage

A shot of tequila, a rush of rage

Her kiss tastes like freedom, sharp and sweet

But it fades with the morning under tired feet

Back home, there's a girl with dirt on her hands

Buildin a life I don't understand

Her love is a river, steady and wide

But I'm a man who keeps drifting with the tide

Am I the rolling stone, chasin the thrill

Or the anchor she needs to keep her still