I know it's late. But I needed to talk to someone. I've been thinking that. What if we never come back?. . Wipe off your cheek. Roll down you're window and speak.
I made Minnesota my home tonight. It's not like the picture in my mind. 'Cause I was so alone it killed tonight. I'd tell any soul if I could find one.
There must be some reason why she's letting me go. She says it's the season but I know she knows. That there's spaces between us where no river flows.