Girl, where do you think you're goin'? Where do you think you're goin' Goin', girl? Take my hand, stay Joanne Heaven's not ready for you Every part of my aching heart Needs you more than the angels do If you could I know that you'd stay We both know

Are we born to be broken, sinners, and thieves? Someone tell the heavens I'm ready to escape! (You!) This is not what I wanted not what I need! Take it all, tear it all, rip it all away! The tragic truth. It's hard for me to understand myself. I'm

Girl, where do you think you're goin'? Goin', girl? Where do you think you're goin' Where do you think you're goin'? Take my hand, stay Joanne Heaven's not ready for you Every part of my aching heart Needs you more than the angels do If you could I know