She was just a hitchhikernThat I picked up by the side of the roadnWhat you did to me, what you put me throughnWhat you did to me, what you put me throughnnGot no money, but I'll paint your picturenIf I wake up to the morning sunnnShe was just a hitchhikernI said my name was ChristophernShe had mudstains on her shirtnI remember what I said to hernnCalled the police, put in a reportnBut no one has reportednSeeing my most wanted onennI was just a lonesome ridernHeaded nowhere in particularnHave her picture awake in the nightnOf promised landscapes in white on whitennCalled the police, put in a reportnBut no one has reportednSeeing my most wanted one