| She got a compact mirror | 
| Stole it off her mother | 
| She got her daddy’s overnight traveling bag | 
| Always been told «if you wanna leave home honey, you ain’t ever, | 
| ever welcome back» | 
| And now she’s down at the station, baby in her belly | 
| Kickin' gentle momma chilled to the max | 
| She got a one way ticket, goin’cross the border | 
| For her hopes and all her dreams | 
| Rollin down the train tracks, yeah | 
| How can I protect you in this, crazy world? | 
| It’s alright | 
| Yeah | 
| It’s alright | 
| From two to nine you work for five-a-dime | 
| Start the night with some thunderbird wine | 
| Praise the lord for those neon lights that’a | 
| Keep the city burnin' bright all night | 
| Walkin' in the park in the midnight rain | 
| Swear to yourself that ya gonna change | 
| Ain’t gonna crash, ain’t gonna burn, ain’t gonna take no wrong turn | 
| Feel so alone, so you telephone, ya | 
| Call collect ain’t nobody home | 
| You ain’t surprised though you wonder why your letters come back unopened | 
| So you hit the strip with your freak flag high an' | 
| Forget about the tears in your daddy’s eyes | 
| Momma don’t worry if the waters rise | 
| Don’t ever let my drink run dry till the sunshine | 
| How can I protect you in this, crazy world? | 
| It’s alright | 
| Yeah | 
| It’s alright | 
| And when the talkin’s over | 
| There’s nothing left I can do | 
| How’m I ever gonna get through to you? | 
| Let the angels be the navigators | 
| The devil will get there on his own | 
| Let the cherubin | 
| Let the serafin | 
| Keep you walkin' on the road back home, yeah | 
| How can I protect you? | 
| It’s alright | 
| Yeah | 
| It’s alright | 
| How can I protect you in this, crazy world? | 
| It’s alright | 
| Yeah | 
| It’s alright | 
| How can I protect you in this, crazy world? | 
| It’s alright | 
| Yeah | 
| It’s alright | 
| It’s alright | 
| Yeah | 
| It’s alright |