Blame It On Geography

Probably should've married you

When I had a chance

Made a blonde-haired little baby

Got a job and quit the band

And quit the band

Yeah I understand

Teach you to play piano

You could teach me how to feel

You could tear apart this wooden boy

And maybe make him real

And make me real

Keep it all concealed

These poets and their poisons

They are always hand and hand

And Dorothy

I am just your empty tin man

Let's blame it on geography

Kentucky and Tennesee

Tearing you away from me tonight

And every word I try to say

From 700 miles away

I was just calling to say goodbye

Baby it ain't easy

Yeah this feeling like a freak

Yeah I know that everything I love

Is killing me

It's killing me

Please just let it be

Mis-self-medicating

I'm just turning off the clock

'Cause these dead writers and suicides

Are the only friends I've got

You know it's true

My vice isn't you

(You...)

These poets and their poisons

They are always hand and hand

And Dorthoy

I am just your empty tin man

So let's blame it on geography

Kentucky and Tennesee

Tearing you away from me tonight

And every word I try to say

From 700 miles away

You were just calling to say goodbye

Let's blame it on geography (blame it on geography)

Let's blame it on geography (blame it on geography)

Let's blame it on geography (blame it on geography)

You were just calling to say goodbye