New Hampshire

A lonely yellow light gets swallowed By the morning in New Hampshire And casts a shadow on the pavement Where we used to walk together Put in a small town made of hills and trees And these dream's all you've got to believe This is what you dream I know she will make it, somehow 'Cause she is from New Hampshire She said, she wants to see it all Putting on her make-up She is making her last telephone call She says, she's leaving me now My eyes are following the lines That lead away from New Hampshire 'Cause she's gone out of view And taken with her clarity and laughter Put in a big town made of hard and scary things All you've got to believe In is what you dream I know she will make it, somehow 'Cause she is from New Hampshire She said, she wants to see it all Putting on her make-up She is making her last telephone call She says, she's leaving Why is growing up so bad for love? It takes us further from what means the most to me The most in us has gone away But she is from New Hampshire She said, she wants to see it all Putting on her make-up She is making her last telephone call She says, she's leaving me now She says, she's leaving me now She says, she's leaving me now New Hampshire New Hampshire