A Renegade

There’s no such thing as the third degree
When somebody leaves on the count of three
It’s over now there’s no breath left
Nobody there to feel bereft
Close the door forget the key

Chorus

She was a renegade
didn’t care if it was chocolate or lemonade
she didn’t bother to cry or hesitate
she didn’t take the trade
after all she was a renegade.

If the worlds on fire you better put it out
Pick up the telephone and begin to shout
Strike with towels and close the door
Cut your losses steer toward shore
But she took a different route.

Chorus

She was a renegade
She wasn’t angry and she was certainly not afraid
she didn’t bother to think or hesitate
she didn’t take the trade
after all she was a renegade.


We all feel better when the morning comes
When the sun comes up and you can feel your thumbs
Didn’t care if the winter came or went
If the stars in the sky were heaven sent
She fed her soul in a warehouse filled with drums.

Chorus

She was a renegade
She was the purest form of the highest grade
she didn’t bother to wonder or hesitate
she didn’t take the trade
after all she was a renegade.

Written by Sara Hoxie. Song appeared on the album Waterfall Boy.