Nevada

There’s nothing hidden in the Rocky Mountains that’ll take your pain away.

There’s nothing in a patch of frozen desert that will help you run from fate.

For we were bound together by the thunder of a cold and stormy January night.

I believe you may have tried, but all your crying won’t make what’s wrong turn right.

So hold on to your only true tradition, go ahead boy, run away.

Just remember that a lie by omission’s still a lie, just the same.

There’s nothing hidden in these old pecan trees that’s gonna help me understand.

I guess I’ve waited now too long to ever ask you if you’d like to change your plans.

So now you come to me in dreams like memories I wake and they all fall to sand.

And I’d eat crow with a smile on my face if you’d show me how to be a man.