She might be 90 miles from Pecos, 90 years from anywhere
Goodbye on her cinnamon breath, freedom in her hair
She's deep Comancheria, even in the Malibu sand
And even when she's in your arms, she's still no man's land
So love her like a Mustang, like a wild thing
Better let her run free
If she wants to love you, you let her love you
You give her everything
The fire in your chest, the very last breath of the boy who's unwrapping
The man who's obsessed with the woman, the girl, the wide open world in your hands
She's no man's land
She's purple heather on the high plains
Her heart's a mystery
You're lucky if you get a glimpse of her rose hips among the winds
She's a deep sun on a sunset
Behind the Santa Ana winds
You can hold her for forever
But she's still no man's land
So love her like a Mustang, like a wild thing


Like a Mustang, like a wild thing
Better let her run free
If she wants to love ya, you let her love ya
You give her everything
The fire in your chest, the very last breath
Of the boy who's unrouted, the man who's obsessed
With the woman, the girl, the wide open world
In your hands, she's no man's land
So love her like a Mustang, like a wild thing
Better let her run free
If she wants to love ya, you let her love ya
You give her everything
The fire in your chest
The very last breath
Of the boy who's unrouted, the man who's obsessed
With the woman, the girl, the wide open world
In your hands, she's no man's land
She's no man's land
She might be ninety miles from Pecos
Light years from anywhere
Goodbye on her cinnamon breath
And freedom in her hair