Going, Going, Gone

Some things in life are meant to fly And others, they were born to run You can't tie down up and leaving Like the changing of the seasons Good things, they come and then they go Like a runaway southbound train Like an Arizona desert rain Like lightning in the sky Like fireworks in July Like a left field home run ball Like a whiskey shot at last call It's like she was made for moving on That girl is going, going, gone I can say it wasn't meant to be Or maybe meant to be's misunderstood Can't hold on to letting go Or change the way the river flows Loving her's like roping in the wind Like a runaway southbound train Like an Arizona desert rain Like lightning in the sky Like fireworks in July Like a left field home run ball Like a whiskey shot at last call It's like she was made for moving on That girl is going, going, gone She ain't got one bit of stick around There's no sense in trying to slow her down Like a runaway southbound train Like an Arizona desert rain Like lightning in the sky Like fireworks in July Like a left field home run ball Like a whiskey shot at last call It's like she was made for moving on That girl is going, going, gone Going, going, gone Going, going, gone