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.