Joan,
I love you, Joan
Don't walk home all alone. (X2)
They put on their orange
They get in their trucks
They load their shotguns
And drive down to main street.
They look out their windows
Like it's the edge of a highway.
And we're kind of wild, they don't understand.
Hunting (hunting)
Both of us
Joan,
I love you, Joan
Don't walk home all alone.
We're kind of wild, they don't understand
'Cause we're not obligated to be a woman nor a man.
We are stronger, together
We won't hide when we're hunted
Let's walk home holding hands.
Joan,
I love you, Joan
Don't walk home all alone.
Joan,
I love you, Joan
Let's walk home together, alone.