From the recording Americana Motel
Lyrics
Headin’ for a Wreck
Headin’ for a Wreck
Hangin’ on tight
Nothin’ I can do…
Will make it pull up right
It’s the wildness in the beast
Still lives on in me
Kicks and bucks at being broke
The loss of being free
Pictures can be taken
Hung upon these walls
An image to remind me
Of where my heart does call
Headin’ for a Wreck
Hangin’ on tight
Nothin’ I can do…
Will make it pull up right
Can’t seem to work it out
Can’t seem to settle down
The choice is mine…
Wide open space or the walls of town
Will I fight it much longer
Will I face just who I am
Be content to wear this bridle
Or stampede on home again
Headin’ for a Wreck
Hangin’ on tight
Nothin’ I can do…
Will make it pull up right
All Rights Reserved (c) Words & Music by E. Christina Herr (BMI)