Amy never waits for me the way I'd like her to
She runs off in all directions, like I'd never think to do
Even when the pathway's clear and compass pointing true
She runs off in all directions
In spite of my frustration, I keep running down the line
There are dreams we planned to summit and hope we swore to mine
Tired though I am of traveling this beaten path alone
There are places that I gotta go
And I'm sick like standing water
Choked with insect eggs and mud
And my heart is like a desert
Hard and dry until the flood
And the air is thick and heavy
With a lonesome melody
Set to words she often put to me
Go, go
There's nothing for you in this town
You've seen all there is to see
I want you to stay, stay
And you'd love to stick around
I can't let you burn out here with me
I won't let you burn out here with me
And I'm sick like standing water
Capped with iridescent oil
And my instincts have gone barren
Lost a Dust Bowl's worth of soil
And the air is thick and heavy
With a lonesome melody
Set to words she often put to me
Go, go
There's nothing for you in this town
You've seen all there is to see
I want you to stay, stay
And you'd love to stick around
I can't let you burn out here with me
And if you won't come along
Then there's nothing left to do
Someone else will have to write a song for you
I don't mind the city
But I prefer the road
When I'm writing from my stomach
Instead of writing for my soul
And when I need a little respite
From this rank uncertainty
A vicious psalm is always chasing me
Go, go
There's nothing for you in this town
You've seen all there is to see
I want you to stay, stay
And you'd love to settle down
I can't let you burn out here with me
And if you won't come along
Then there's nothing left to do
Someone else will have to write a song for you
(And he'll probably be a better singer too)