Man I wonder - you spent the summer south
Riding bikes instead of punching time clocks
If voices said go to Colorado - it's such a scenic place to end a story

You'd been waking up to shit;
Stood in the background watching
Couldn't tell what was in your head;
You didn't say 'cause you don't like talking, no

You, idling and counting steps left to go
You got your radio; more the days go by, more the static drones

Stuck waiting for a couple words to bleed through
I remember you couldn't get inside
It's a long way home

If I'm out your way I'll stop someday; think
I heard someone say out West on 55
Ask why, ask what for
I blame it on your Saltash luck,
Your twenties, and North Dakota