She was an Oklahoma boy born to a Baptist convoy
They always though it was a ploy for making some kind of teenage noise
She was so angry with God for making her the way that she was
They never gave a second thought until the day that she got lost
She always sang winter songs
She always sang them all summer long
I always dream she's in San Fransisco, out there discovering her soul
And that she'll finally admit you can't be angry with something if that something don't exist
Now I don't know what to do, I guess sometimes we're just born to lose
It gets so hard facing the truth when the truth don't give a shit about you
She always sang winter songs
She always sang them all summer long
