Tekster: The Promise Ring. Everywhere in Denver.

Your young English eyes on the highways
Climbs and dives, climbs and dives like it's alive
And the black in Indiana is leaving for Atlanta
I wonder if shell ever go anywhere, anywhere with me

From the corner of coffee and fever
Hazel and curry and your long walking worry
You say, it's easier to sleep when the engine beats
And you think, I'm not eating

"Yeah, what have you been reading?"

We talked over Ida and Arkansas
Like the country whispers to nothing near at all
And they put out the lights and I lit up the crickets
They knew, I was taking you out