She wore a half-smile Always laughing in the wind I know it sounds cliche But it's all true I know it sounds cliche But I love you She wore an old, black trench coat To cover up her skin She weren't no fool She didn't let anybody in Pulled off the highway They strip search the van Ah the cops are so bored in Ashland, Ohio They believe you If you swear you're telling lies Anesthetized by the violence They are clapping their hands She took a picture Of every town that she'd been through An antique postcard store in her mind's eye And tipped her hat To the passers by Cried for God and God for Man Malcolm X to Billy Graham (they cried out) I don't know you from Eve, Madame They believe you... Stripped to her senses She wanted to go home Sometimes he'd take her there Sometimes he just kept on drinking Sometimes to despair And she wore a half-smile Always laughing in the wind I know it sounds cliche But it's all true I know it sounds cliche But I love you They believe you...