This canyon in my head, filled up with things you said

I’m alone in an empty bed, they echo

They come sweet and soft on the wind, barreling around the bend

Reaching out like a long lost friend, they echo

I’ve been high as the sun

Low as New Orleans

Left as the west coast

Right as the rain

Skipping the needle

Stuck on a memory

I hear your name

Echo, echo

Off empty bedroom walls, between drops of rain that fall

In the windshield wipers song, they echo

I’ve been high as the sun

Low as New Orleans

Left as the west coast

Right as the rain

Skipping the needle

Stuck on a memory

I hear your name

Echo, echo

When the new wears off this town, when the whiskey's all ran out

It's just your memory rattling around in the bottom of a bottle

I’ve been high as the sun

Low as New Orleans

Left as the west coast

Right as the rain

Skipping the needle

Stuck on a memory

I hear your name

Echo, echo

Echo