If you see her out tonight. And she tells you it's just the lights. That bring her here and not her loneliness. That's what she says but sometimes she forgets.
There ain't a lot that you can do in this town. You drive down to the lake and then you turn back around. You go to school and you learn to read and write.
Way out yonder, where the wild wind blows. There's a place there lonely fools can go. Where if you hold your money, it'll burn your hand. So you buy you a ticket to the shadowland.