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Colorado was so nice, but |
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I'm Minnesota's son. |
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Even when the cold winds blow in the darkness and the light. |
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And the young folks search for meaning here, and the old folks know there's none. |
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Out your window you can see the world |
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Babe it's turning, and it's gone. [Chorus:] |
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And the stars at night, why do they make you cry? |
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Don't you think that |
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I'll be coming home? |
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Well it's not like |
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Sunny, Monterrey in all the |
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Steinbeck books you read, |
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Where the hobos know the secrets and the law turns their head. |
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We are as close to paradise even though you might not hear it said, |
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And the Methodists all bring a dish to share with the ashes on their head. [Chorus:] |
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And when the sun's in the sky, we'll have a class outside, |
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Why do you think that |
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I can be so cold? |
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I'm not scared of much here anymore, wait, friends, that was a lie. ' |
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Cause I'm scared to death of losing you, to be alone, high and dry. [Chorus:] |
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And I know you worry, about time and money, but don't you know those things, they come and go? |
