Barely old enough to legally drive.nShe took off in her stepmothers van.nA restlessness that blew her over the line.nLike the wind inside an aluminum can.nAt a pay phone in a donut shop.nShe called a friend back home.nWere all worried theyve called the cops.nAre you crazy? Where have you gone?nShe said what would you do if you were me?nWhen its suicide to stay, and murder to leave.nShe ran out of gas down in New Mexico.nAnd got a job at a local cafe.nFriday nights they featured live rock and roll.nShe fell in love with a boy who played.nHe had soulful eyes and indian blood.nNo intention of staying around.nAll he took was his harmonica and her heart when he left town.nHe said what would you do if you were me?nWhen its suicide to stay, and murder to leave?nShe never married but she did have a child.nA sweet young girl by the name of Sioux.nShe had spirit and a heart breaking smile.nAnd some beat up moccasin boots.nAnf they had nothing but each others love.nAn apartment by the tracks.nAnd when the day came that Sioux grew up. She said someday Ill be back.nOh now.nWhat would you do, if you were me?nWhen its suicide to stay, and murder to leave?