She left the neighborhood, in which everyone was filthy rich,
She left her parents' home and went straight with a vagabond who made
Vows of love she'd never heard, and she believed his every word.
She left no forwarding address, just took her youth and happiness
As with the boy she vanished in, the secret sweetness of their sin.

A young girl,
A young girl who is sixteen
Child of springtime, still green,
Lying here by the road.

He told her love demanded space, so they rode from place to place.
Although she realized she'd sin, she threw cautions to the wind
As she followed him around and he slowly dragged her down.
So overpowering was her love that it made him the captain of
A young girl's heart and soul and mind.
In other words: love drove her blind.

A young girl
A young girl who is sixteen
Child of springtime, still green,
Lying here by the road.

Too much emotions for a girl
She let her heart become her world.
But worlds that God has never wrought
For a thunder
Had she been wiser she would have known
She could not feed him love alone.
She should have known the day would come
When he would quit her just for crumbs.
He needed fresh new meat to carve
And left her heart and mind to starve.

A young girl
A young girl who is sixteen
Child of springtime, still green,
Lying here by the road.
Dead.