This life in the midwest is killing me,
And my wayward life is all I really need.
Unfortunately I never took you too seriously,
So, I wrote this letter to say that I am leaving.

I spent the last minutes in this wasted year,
Just waiting and wishing that you would be here.
I built these bridges as you fell down on your knees,
And I left this call for you on your answering machine.
Saying: "I'm sorry but darling I am in too deep"

So, come out and we can try to talk this out.
We'll light a cigarette as the rains come down.
We'll talk about my simple melodies and all of my bad timing
To avoid the fact that we're still... dreaming.

As I began to fall asleep she said:
"That the scent here in Missouri is just the same,
As it is in Illinois as it will be in Indiana when begins to rain."
(I replied:)"Please don't runaway or shy away while I am away,
Because you know, you know I will be back for you always"

So, come out and we can try to talk this out.
We'll light a cigarette as the rains come down.
We'll talk about my simple melodies and all of my bad timing
To avoid the fact that we're still... here.
We're still here.. we're still here.

It's not like I still think about it,
As if you really cared about anything.

So, come out and we can try to talk this out.
We'll light a cigarette as the rains come down.
We'll talk about my simple la ta da melodies
To avoid the fact that I'm still...
Dreaming that you were still here.
But you were never really here.

This life in the midwest is strangling me,
Because you said that it smells the same.
Unfortunately, I'll never take myself seriously,
but you said that it's the same when it's not the same.
And I left this call for you on your answering machine,
saying Bluebird we're not the same,
'Cause we're not the same,
We're not. . .the same
We're not, we're not the same...
Anymore