Wyoming

Used to run all night on mood swings
 And spill our gasoline
 And play the violin behind the scenes
 Felt so right to leave you losers
 Why do I miss you now?
 How much we give the ghost up
 When we learned how to get where we're going?
 Come on home, Wyoming
 I know that every night you lie
 And stare at the ceiling
 Till you start believing it's the sky
 Never knowing why
 High on any sheer will measure
 We run the on-time train
 But we could call just one off due to rain
 Sable frenzy, drunks and addicts
 Do it all the time
 We could always let one fall behind what we do
 And pay what we're owing
 Come on home, Wyoming
 I know that every night you lie
 And stare at the ceiling
 Till you start believing it's the sky
 Never knowing why