Andalusia
Andalusia's waiting tables
At a diner on a dead end road
She puts her tips under her bed
And writes letters to send back home
She's the girl who's always searching
Looking out the window for the rain
Counting every little moment and
Wanting anything but more of the same
She's pretty in her dresses
A big smile on her face
But she'll run if she has to
If she feels out of place
Andalusia, Andalusia
Running till you see daylight
Andalusia fell in love with a man
In the diner on a dead end road
He promised to take her away from there
She sent a letter to her Mama back home
She left him while he slept one night
And took a bus to God knows where
She had to run again to escape his fist
And as she rode out she said a prayer
She's pretty in her dresses
A big smile on her face
But she'll run if she has to
If she feels out of place
Andalusia, Andalusia
Running till you see daylight
She's a little wild
She's a little uneasy
She just wants to be
She just has to be free
She's pretty in her dresses
A big smile on her face
But she'll run if she has to
If she feels out of place
Andalusia, Andalusia
Running till you see daylight
Andalusia's waiting tables
At a diner on a dead end road...