One of these days I'll add audio.)
girl at her picture windowwatching the clouds blow by
the sun and the stars, the boys in the cars
the road and the prairie sky
the prairie’s a place for leaving
here’s how you say goodbye
pack up your hopes and tune your guitar and kiss your mother
pick up your feet and fly
to the city, the blazing nights
the crowds, the crazy colored lights
that’s where she’s gonna go
girl wants a man to hold her
she won’t let him hold her long
she’s got a suitcase full of dreams and desperation
come morning she’ll be gone
somewhere a lover is lonesome
somewhere a baby cries
somewhere she’s singing her blue blue love songs
her sorrowful lullabies
in the city, her famous nights
the crowds, her name up in lights
she did what she had to do
girl in a dark motel room
radio turned down low
one of these nights she’ll be famously forgotten
someone you used to know
girl at a picture window
call her the prairie queen
no matter how sweetly she promises to love you
love isn’t everything
love isn’t everything
love isn't everything
photo: Max Church
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