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 [bad word]  

Stood in the background watching.

Couldn't tell what was in your head; 

You didn't say 'cause you don't like talking, no.

You, idling and counting steps left to go.

You got your radio; more the days go by, 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.