Some things in life are meant to fly
And others, they were born to run
You can´t tie them up and leavin´
Like the changing of the seasons
Good things, they come and then they go

Like a runaway Southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightning in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field homerun ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It´s like she was made for moving on
That girl is going, going, gone

I can say it wasn´t meant to be
But maybe meant to be is misunderstood
I can´t hold on to letting go
Change the way the river flows
Lovin´ her´s like roping in the wind

Like a runaway Southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain

Like lightning in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field homerun ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It´s like she was made for moving on
That girl is going, going, gone

She ain´t got one bit of stick around
There´s no sense in tryin´ to slow her down

Like a runaway Southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightning in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field homerun ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It´s like she was made for moving on
That girl is going, going, gone

Going, going, gone
Going, going, gone