Brandon From Ithaca

The bus stopped in Brandon and miles from Ithaca

At a shop that paid 'em to pour the people out

To drink all the coffee and read through the paper

About the famous and crashing down

The couple two rows up to the left didn't move

As they passed they just lay sleeping in

Into one another like the way birds cluster

All together when facing wind

She was like a camera, he a B-film

Both pretty-faced but hard

All from smoking too much and waiting too long

From all the things that life does to break your heart

Well, I told you so

And don't say I didn't tell you so

But I listened to them and hauled away westbound

Under gold blankets and blue fields

With her Sally Ann jackets, her pillows and backpacks

She turned into him like a shield

From the stories of Santa Claus drunk in the chimney

The deer they lost making them fly

And how BB King rode the bus to his gig 'cause he was broke

How sometimes it's okay to cry

"I hear it rains there all the time," she says

"First thing we'll take a room and keep dry

Or we'll find a bed and put us in it

It'll feel like home in no time

And what if there's not much more than this

I'd like, oh, to share it with you

With your hundred dollars, my hundred dollars

I'm sure, I'm sure, I'm sure we'll pull through"

I told you so

And don't say I didn't tell you so