Child of fear, child of anger

Traveler on the open road

An ancient car she bought

with money that he gave her

When he died, oh oh



That was the only thing he ever gave her

Except for failing eyes and curly hair

And I did not believe that

I could ever really save her

Though I tried, I swear



And if I traveled fifty lifetimes

Through every country of the world

I don't believe I'd ever find myself

A more enchanting girl

A more enchanting girl



We made it through the wintertime unscathed

Talked all night and slept away the days

And though she had no faith to speak of

Her silhouette looked saved

Fading light of day



And if I traveled fifty lifetimes



Saw her by the roadside,

we went for a slow ride

As I awoke from sleeping 

I knew that she was gone



Well they say what does not kill you 

makes you stronger

Let's just say she gave me lots of strength

She offered love as fleeting as a lifetime 

only longer

In a way, I said...



If I traveled fifty lifetimes...