Jackson Hole, Wy. Letra

And for once, we knew what life was about.

So I just sat there as your plane took off
To a city somewhere mid-west,
I said, "let's make this work out,"
You said, "honey, we'll try our best."

And two things I can't escape are time and wine
And my habit of smoking in the morning
Before you get up, before you wake up,
Before all that blush and makeup,
So stay.
Cry with these blue skies
And maybe one day, I'll just come and visit
Buy a plane ticket or enough gas,
Just to see you,
And let you know I'm still dramatic and pitiful.