The allure of the gutter must have led me to his bed

He was drunk and vulgar and as brief as a dandelion head

I bet whoever said the meek will eventually be blessed

Never had to turn the other cheek while their lover undressed

So, I’m going back to Tekamah

Straight as the crow flies

I’m heading home to Tekamah

North on Highway 75

"Life is too short" and other cruel cliches

Like "all is forgiven" haunt the walls of this suitcase

I guess it was naive to think a girl like me could win

But did this city have to spit me out and chew me up again?

So, I’m going back to Tekamah

To see my cottonwoods in the sunrise

I’m headed home to Tekamah

North on Highway 75

Do you have a dream you’re ready to forfeit?

Do you have a shred of dignity you haven’t tossed?

Sometimes they take you for everything and you can afford it

Sometimes they leave you with nothing and you’re lost

Some friends of mine still wish on eyelashes and falling stars

But right now I’d settle for my old shift back at Ronnie’s Bar

Some are crying all the time and some have got it even worse

I just want a man to look me in the eye who doesn’t rifle through my purse

So, I’m going back to Tekamah

I’ve already said my last goodbyes

I’m headed home to Tekamah

North on Highway 75

I’m going back to Tekamah

Straight as the crow flies

I’m heading home to Tekamah

North on Highway 75