Kansas City
Okkervil River
  The  river is deep and the  river is wide,
  and the  girl that I love is  on the other side.
  She wants to  move to Kansas City
    Move to Kansas city
   “ Move, pretty baby,  where the sky is so blue.”
  She's  walking down Ellum,  turning down Main,
    trying to find someone to  sell her cocaine.
  She wants to  move to Kansas City
    Move to Kansas City
    “Move, pretty baby, where the  sky is so blue.”
  With a  dayful of promises  dead on her lips,
    Mark 15:34 tucked  next to her hip,
  she wants to  move to Kansas City
    Move to Kansas City
    “Move, pretty baby, where the  sky is so blue.”
  I  jumped in the water and  started to drown.
  I  thought of her walking and  turned back around.
  I want to  move to Kansas City,
    Move to Kansas City
    Move, pretty baby, where the  sky is so blue.
  With her  pair of old wings that  opened just once,
  she can  walk on two feet now, she can  go where she wants.
  She can even  move to Kansas City,
    Move to Kansas City
    Move, pretty baby where the  sky is so blue.
  And I'll  tell you one thing that you  should never do -
  never  let a woman tell  you she loves you.
  She'll  call you “baby,” she'll  look in your eye,
  then she'll  get on that airplane and  wave “bye bye bye
  bye bye  bye bye bye  baby. baby bye  bye. bye bye bye  bye bye bye."
    (e tc)     
  And  if I could believe what I  want to believe,
  I'd  hold you all close and  take you with me,
  all of  you to Kansas City,
  We'll  move to Kansas City
    Move where the  sky is so blue...