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