Text: Shawn Colvin. Steady On. The Story.

Well, we pounded the pavement between dotted lines
But we always belonged to the fugitive kind
We were never the best but we were better than this
To be made to bow down among princes

I got thrown around hallways and bedrooms and towns
And you run from that voice and it drags you around
It don't matter the ruse or the weapons we choose
There is only one thing that can free us

Oh, so here I am, lion and the lamb
I was born to be telling this story
I could only be telling this story
I will always be telling this story

Well, our father married our mother too young
And he took on a world like a fortunate son
But in the cellar downstairs waiting for the bomb scare
He would hide from us under the kitchen

Where she simmered so soft with her weapons of tin
And like so many suppers she just gave us to him
And he never did guess, in her cast iron dress
She was burning beyond recognition

Oh, it's not over yet, oh, that I can't forget
I am going to be telling this story
I was born to be telling this story
I will always be telling this story

Sometimes I feel so reckless and wild
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
I gave nobody life, I am nobody's wife
And I seem to be nobody's daughter

So red is the color that I like the best
It's your Indian skin and the badge on my chest
The heat of my pride and the lips of a bride
The sad heart of the truth and the flag of youth
And blood that is thicker than water

I was made to be telling this story
I was born to be telling this story
I am going to be telling this story
I could only be telling this story
I will always be telling this story