shake down midnight, a glassy eyed princess

dressed in butterfly gauze ( fly away )

bare feet, she left behind both sparkle slippers

'cause she likes driving with no shoes on,

and the highway's where she's running.

(doesn't have a destination)

pink Cadillac cruising

& the ribbon of road

stretches for miles

she's got nowhere to go

but

"hey pretty boy with the empty smile,

could you point me in the right direction?"

and thank god, another neon roadside motel

says 'vacancy' and she's got another night

to figure out

just what she's running from.

"baby doll, I'll be your prince charming,

your happy ending,

but you gotta come home."