She's anything but typical; She's so unpredictable. Oh but even at her worst it ain't that bad. She's as real as real can be And she's every fantasy.… - Garth Brooks

When the last child cries for a crust of bread;
When the last man dies for just words that he said;
When there's shelter over the poorest head,
We shall be free. When the last thing we notice is the color of skin,
And the first thing we look for is the beauty within,
When the skies and the oceans are clean again,
Then we shall be free.

Not counting you I've never had a heartache.
Not counting you I never have been blue.
There's no exceptions to the rule;
I've never been nobody's fool.
I've never lost at love not counting you.

After seven years of marriage,
He wanted out.
Now after seven months of freedom,
It's clear that there's no doubt. She's gonna make it,
And he never will.
He's at the foot of the mountain,
And she's over that hill.
He's sinkin' at sea,
And her sails are filled.
She's gonna make it,
And he never will.