Hannah

All of this Feels so temporary Late afternoon Driving across the prairie What the hell are we doing Spending every dollar we have? There's no time to slow down And no guts to go back Hannah, Hannah, Hannah Sorry about all of this Give me just a minute To sort out everything, and I will I will I know the freeway Leaves much to be desired And I'd trade a little colour For all these telephone wires There are things I want to show you But I might not get the chance So I could never blame you No For making other plans Hannah, Hannah, Hannah I'm sorry about all of this But give me just a minute To sort out everything, and I will Hannah, Hannah, Hannah I'm sorry about all of this But give me just a minute To sort out everything, and I will I will