Pretty thing

Fields of hope, fields of happiness
Far from all the city shining lights
A young lady sitting back on an old tree
She´s reading a book about tenderness

*She got big black eyes surrounded by a black eyeliner
A white hat on and curly hair fallen upon her shoulders
She look so sweet and somehow bitter as well*

In her eyes you could read everything about her
Her words have never made the try to make up something
She have never hide what she think about each single thing
She has not even said someone it will be alright when it just don´t fit
That´s why I guess that she´s alone on this ranch

No one wanna got someone that speak without secrets on the mouth
No one wanna hear what they should hear to come soon down

*Chorus

She´s the mystery girl that come from the fields
She´s the pretty thing that comes with her big dog
Some thinks to protect her and and others to bite who comes near
She got that sad face surrounded by too much conscience blows
Walking down the streets she go with her dog barking
She finished to shopping and go back to her car and get in
She hiss for John and he come running to get in as well
And she was driving again going out the small city
She was happy about the life she got with her dog
But the lonely moments when she wanna speak and hear someone
Are just too heavy for her little soul and she start to cry
Johnny drive to despair and howl cause he perfectly knows
The cry were getting lower and she wash the tears away

*Chorus