Three Days in Cheyenne

Spending time like a dollar that I've overdrawn

Running around, and all I've found is where I don't belong

Maybe where I am is as good as it gets

I'll sit still, and maybe I'll forget

To move on

Move on

What the hell am I doing? Three days in Cheyenne

One whole day, then another, then another again

I know I'm waiting around just to hear goodbye

Maybe after one more time

I'll move on

Move on

I spent the summer in Denver heat

But it felt like an afternoon, a cool November breeze

Try to get what I want and give what I can

Maybe it's time I changed my plans

And move on

Move on

Move on