Don't you know you're on the rambling road
A tumbleweed town tells you how it goes
Marry young, settle down
The roots will take if they're in the right ground
Your feet weren't meant for that fifty yard line
You're running out of plays and running out of time
To make her more than your homecoming queen
Now she's not the girl you loved at sixteen
Ain't it a shame
You're no Jesse James
You could be somewhere better bound on a long black train
You could head out west
Leave behind the rest
'Cuz that don't-blink-don't-leave town won't ever know what's best
When it comes down to making your last stand
Will you be hers or a wanted man
When she looks your way does she even see
That you're much more than where these county lines meet
She says "I love you" like they're just three words
But she doesn't know that I loved you first
Oh desperado
Don't you know you're all I see when I think tomorrow
