Fate Is the Hunter

You're a porcelain doll that sits in a window You hold your breath when people walk by Safely kept behind rose-colored glass Neatly tucked beneath the spotlight Waiting for someone to love... Waiting for someone to love... Waiting for someone to love

Forty below, driving on deathly icing roads Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over Run out of gas, wake a stranger up to fill my tank In his pajamas, I only got ten dollars I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer It's been a long road an