Some things in life are meant to fly Others, they were born to run Can't tie down up and leaving Like the change in other seasons Good things are coming and they go Like a runaway stopped by a train Like an Arizona desert rain Like lightning in the sky Like fireworks in July Like a left field home run ball Like a whiskey shot in last call Just like she was made for moving on I know that girl is going, going on I can see what it's meant to be Maybe meant to be is misunderstood Can't hold on to letting go Changed the way the river flows Loving her is like rubbing in the wind Like a runaway stopped by a train Like an Arizona desert rain Like lightning in the sky Like fireworks in July Like a left field home run ball Like a whiskey shot in last call Just like she was made for moving on I know that girl is going, going on She ain't got one minute to stick around No sense in trying to slow her down Like a runaway stopped by a train Like an Arizona desert rain Like lightning in the sky Like fireworks in July Like a left field home run ball Like a whiskey shot in last call Just like she was made for moving on That girl is going, going on Going, going on Going, going on