They pulled her from a ditch last night nSomewhere down on 95 nOn the wrong side of the roadnFound a needle and a pipe nShe had hidden by her sidenBecause it must have been sonDifficult to dealnI used to know the facenBroken on the steering wheelnnIt's kinda hard I must confessnI was pissed and she was rightnBut it don't make her no saintnIn the resting comic book it showed how it might have lookednIf she ever found the ability to feelnnI used to know the facenBroken on the steering wheelnnIt's so far away please tell her from my heartnIt's so far away please tell her from my homennIt's so far away please tell her from my heartnIt's so far away please tell her from my home