(written by Vince Melamed, Greg Barnhill)

Momma told her baby, girl take it real slow
Girl told her momma hey I really gotta go
He´s waitin´ in the car
Momma said girl you won´t get far
Thus are the dreams of an average Jane
Ninety miles an hour down a lovers lane
On a tank of dreams
Oh if she could´ve only seen
But fate´s got cards that it don´t want to show
And that boy´s just

A walkaway Joe
Born to be a leaver
Tell you from the word go, destined to deceive her
He´s a wrong kinda paradise
She´s gonna know it in a matter of time
That boy´s just a walkaway Joe

Now just a little while into Abilene
Pulls into a station and he robs it clean
She´s waitin´ in the car
Underneath the Texaco star
She only wanted love didn´t bargain for this
She can´t help but love him for the way he is
She´s only seventeen
And there ain´t no reasoning
So she´ll ride this ride as far as it can go
Cause that boy´s just

A walkaway Joe
Born to be a leaver
Tell you from the word go, destined to deceive her
He´s a wrong kinda paradise
She´s gonna know it in a matter of time
That boy´s just a walkaway Joe

Somewhere in a roadside motel room
Alone in the silence she wakes up too soon
And reaches for his arm
But she´ll just keep reachin´ on
For the cold hard truth revealed what it had known
That boy´s just

A walkaway Joe
Born to be a leaver
Tell you from the word go, destined to deceive her
He´s a wrong kinda paradise
She´s gonna know it in a matter of time
That boy´s just a walkaway Joe