作词 : Luke Combs/Ray Fulcher/James McNair

作曲 : Luke Combs/Ray Fulcher/James McNair

Some things in life are meant to fly

And others, they were born to run

You can't tie down up and leaving

Like the changing of the seasons

Good things they come and then they go

Like a runaway southbound 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 at last call

It's like she was made for moving on

That girl is going, going, gone

I can say it wasn't meant to be

Or maybe meant to be's misunderstood

Can't hold on to letting go

Or change the way the river flows

Loving her's like roping in the wind

Like a runaway southbound 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 at last call

It's like she was made for moving on

That girl is going, going, gone

She ain't got one bit of stick around

There's no sense in trying to slow her down

Like a runaway southbound 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 at last call

It's like she was made for moving on

That girl is going, going, gone

Going, going, gone

Going, going, g