Amber Lee - John Gorka

She never let her roots go brown
She kept moving them from town to town
Like she was running from a restless sound
That would use her name in vain

Back then she was the one to know
We didn't like it but we loved her so
It broke our hearts to let her go
As if we had a choice...
As if we had a choice...
Oh as if we had a choice...

With far too many brows to soothe
There was just so much to prove
On occasion with the ruthless move
And the smoking overpass

Take it from one who tries
There's nothing friendly in the open skies
Nothing up there ever satisfies
And the air is thin and cold...
Yeah the air is thin and cold...

Amber Lee
Back then we called her Amber Lee
We all landed in her way
We called her Amber Lee

Both a first and a second wife
Unhappy almost all her life
The pain is sharper with a dull-edged knife
And the rust will lock you in

The highway is her habitat
She wouldn't cut it as a diplomat
She's not sorry that it came to that
But what's a girl to do

They call her the names 'cause they think they can
You wouldn't hear them if she was a man
We're all flashes in a great big pan
And they're turning up the heat...

Amber Lee...