Last straw fell silently in steel needles and empty dreams,
Never was her mountain, so she's headed down it and picking up speed...and it's beautiful.

They only ask when I don't know, as if he'd tell me where he goes,
Lover, could you tide me over' Have I told you what you mean to me'
You're beautiful.

Should you come down again, I hope that you remember me that way,
The story's reached it's end, and now I'll walk away,
Start over somewhere else, where no one knows... no one knows... no one knows my name.

Sweethearts break, and sweet spots bleed, and love gives way to loyalty,
But nothing's free or guaranteed, and sometimes love escapes such misery...and it's beautiful.

Moonlight through broken clouds, wide country all around,
With every mile, she's farther from a lifetime,
With each mile she forgets more...and it's beautiful.

Don't look for me again; I will not be coming back this way,
The story's reached it's end, and now you'll walk away,
Start over somewhere else, where no one knows... no one knows... no one knows my name.