I saw an angel fall from grace when I was just eighteen
With lipstick on her cigarette and fire on both wings
She never even looked back
As she spiraled toward the ground
Against the red of that summer sky
While the sun was goin’ down
Hummin’ that old Tom Petty song
She wanted me to break her fall

I was a long haired country boy
Turned her on to that outlaw noise
Her lettin’ go, was mostly all my fault
On the backseat of my Chevrolet
In the best plan B that Detroit made
She wanted me to break her fall

She used me like a razor blade,
to cut the ties that bind
Freed herself from daddy’s world,
got tangled up in mine
It caught her by surprise
When she found herself in love
Found out two weeks, on Bodcau Creek
Just wouldn’t be enough

With a long haired country boy
Turned her on to that outlaw noise
Her lettin’ go, was mostly all my fault
'Cause on the backseat of my Chevrolet
In the best plan B that Detroit made
She wanted me to break her fall

I was a long haired country boy
Turned you on to that outlaw noise
And lettin’ go, well baby that was all my fault
But on the backseat of my Chevrolet
In the best plan B that Detroit made
She wanted me to break her fall
Yeah, to break her fall