Alba s touto skladbou:
Win, Place and Show - The Hits,
Lord, she's restless like cotton candy clouds
That sail the day slow and free
And she possesses a mind that can't resign itself
To stay for long with me
Though I've tried and tried to keep her tied and satisfied
Until she really needs me, yes I do
But when that certain look comes on her face
I can't replace it and she leaves me
She's a butterfly in mid July who just can't wait
To try her brand new wings on brand new things
And she needs no rhyme or reason, when she goes
Her mind is on what lies beyond
That wall of blue horizon, I suppose and heaven knows
She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows
Yes, she will, yes, she will
She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows
I know she needs me about
as much as I need someone else
Which I don't and if need be
I swear some day I'll up and leave myself, which I won't
Even if she loved another man
I'd understand it more than I do
Mmm, mmm, mmm but I know the only reason
That she ever had for leavin' is she wants to
