A lonely yellow light gets swallowed by the morning in New Hampshire
And casts a shadow on the pavement where we used to walk together
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

But in a small town made of hills and trees and streams
All you've got to believe is what you dream
I know she will make it somehow

'Cause she is from New Hampshire
Yeah
She said she wants to see it all
Putting on her make-up
She's making her last telephone call
She says she's leaving me now

My eyes are following the lines that lead away from old New Hampshire
Yeah
But she's gone out of view and taken with her clarity and laughter

But in a big town made of hard and scary things
All you've got to believe in is what you dream
I know she will make it somehow

She is from New Hampshire
Yeah
She said she wants to see it all
Putting on her make-up
She's making her last telephone call
She says she's leaving

Why is growing up so bad for love
It only takes us further from what means the most
She means the most and now she's gone away

But she is from New Hampshire
Yeah
She said she wants to see it all
Putting on her make-up
She's making her last telephone call
She says she's leaving me now
She says she's leaving me now
She says she's leaving me now
New Hampshire
New Hampshire