Wind shifts your old station wagon's frame with every gust
Its creaks and moans join in refrain with the storm outside your car

Why are you here? Why have you come?

You've come a long way just to say, “Goodbye”
You called me from the road You'd been driving all night

Well you can pack up your car and you can point it back west
because a promise is a promise and I took you as best

Why are you here? Why have you come? Just to leave me