I give my two weeks in two weeks, guess it’s way past its time
I never crossed that white river, never felt the other side

Or the coldest Colorado, or the hottest Louisi Ann
Or the driest Mojave, I will write you when I can
Every songbird sings its tune, as it chases the waning moon
And I can’t follow something that does not move

I’ve been walking these same streets, I’ve been under this old spell
And in all honesty, I fear purgatory more than I fear hell

Or the coldest Colorado, or the hottest Louisi Ann
Or the driest Mojave, I will write you when I can
Every songbird sings its tune, as it chases the waning moon
And I can’t follow something that does not move

All this education, still only one thing that I know
Sometimes you gotta break someone else’s heart
So you can grow your own

Or the coldest Colorado, or the hottest Louisi Ann
Or the driest Mojave, I will write you when I can
Every songbird sings its tune, as it chases the waning moon
And I can’t follow something that does not move