She always dreamed of
growing old disgracefully
In a little hilltop village
overlooking distant shores
And though I always hoped
she'd find a place for me
Now I know I never stood a chance
with Joan of Arkansas
She's a chameleon,
she is all things to all men
In her pretty high -top sneakers
and her dress, her mother wore
I've seen her darker side,
tried to surface now and then
But I don't really think
there's an ounce of heart
in Joan of Arkansas
So much for wishful thinking,
so much for common sense
So much for dilly -dallying
with one foot in the door
Whoever said all I had to take
was the best form of defense
Surely could have won the heart
of Joan of Arkansas
So much for wishful thinking
So much for common sense
So much for dilly -dallying
With one foot in the door
Whoever said all -out attack
Was the best form of defense
Surely could have warmed the heart
Of Joan of Arkansas
I'm running down the road
That can only end in tears
My shirt is sticking to my back
My feet are torn and sore
I'm carrying the scars
Pathetic souvenirs
Of Chess and the Impossible
Joan of Arkansas
Chess and the Impossible
Joan of Arkansas you