She's got a bumper like a billboardnCovered in stickers of her favorita bandnShe's got a hangful of records that she turns to nWhen she needs to landnShe's a saturday night parade through the streetsnThat all eyes some to see including mennShe carries memories around like souvenirs down in her pocketsnShe should have let some go by now but can't seem to drop itnSays forgiveness ain't nothing but a lifeless tire on the shoulder of her soulnThat never rollsnnFor as much as she stumbled she's runnin'nFor as much as she runs she's still herenAlways hoping to find something quicker than heavennTo make the damage of her days disappearnJust like GuineverennnShe don't hold onto nothin' new for very longnYeah she writes you in as just one more talenand then you're gonen'Cause she once fell hard 'cause she dropped her guardnAnd no one gets to stay it's just too latennFor as much as she stumbled she's runnin'nFor as much as she runs she's still herenAlways hoping to find something quicker than heavennTo make the damage of her days disappearnJust like GuineverennnFor as much as she stumbled she's runnin'nFor as much as she runs she's still herennFor as much as she stumbled she's runnin'nFor as much as she runs she's still herenAlways hoping to find something quicker than heavennTo make the damage of her days disappearnJust like GuineverenJust like GuineverennLean into me GuineverenBe mine tonight Guinevere