3,000 Miles - Tracy Chapman

Good girls walk fast

In groups of three

Fast girls walk slow

On side streets

Sometimes the girls who walk alone

Aren’t found for days or weeks

On the busy boulevards

Bad boys call you names

And cruise you hard

Bullies laugh and grin and beat

Your soft skin against

The cold concrete

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

Knock you down

Make you bleed

Make you cry

And make you think

I’ll die here soon if I don’t leave

If I don’t leave if I don’t leave

This patch of sky and native ground

Take turns to push and pull you down

Forget trying to live and be happy

I’ll take safe and terror free

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

Hit the floor

Shut off the lights

As the bullets fly

Terror rules the dark night

Dogs hang from the trees

These training ground for punks and thieves

Home of poor white retirees

Who didn’t bail

And couldn’t sell

When color made the grass less green

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

Apples are filled with razor blades

But fools and innocents believe

That love and faith and truth and beauty

Can make a garden of this human factory

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

Bad girls run fast

Leave home alone

No trace or clue of where they’ve gone

Sometimes these girls are never found

Never found never found

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away

I’m 3,000 miles away