There’s a letter she keeps inside, a list of everyone she knows
Behind her closed eyes that turn her in when it’s time to go
She’s heading north into the haze, raise the wire and they raise the rent
She’s walking the sun back home and in the night the moon is gone
Is it better? Is it better and better?
Is it better than staying home with nowhere to go?
I’ve seen your face out on the plains drifting all alone
Draw my finger in the dirt and down another blue road
She’s in Kansas and Alabam’, Idaho and the Carolines
Know I’ve seen her before can’t you recognize those hands
Is it better? Is it better and better?
Is it better than staying back home?
Is it better? Is it better and better?