In a motel room in Colorado Springs
We learned what impatience brings
To women who fool around
That summer was a strung-out mess
And you swore to God you had the perfect fix
And a plan to get us out
You said Don't you turn around
Leave your strings at the door
And just walk out
I sat in the living room
And watched your girlfriend pack her things
To move away from you
Our record Buffy Sainte-Marie
And we held hands and cried
'til we couldn't see anything
You said Don't you turn around
You wouldn't like what you found here anyhow
So I took a red-eye from the Bay
Watched you watch the taxi pull away
From Mission Street
The next time we would meet
Would be a train wreck of nerves and sexless sleep
Mistakes made empty hymns
I said Don't you make a sound
Nothing's careful in desire
Especially now
There were no accidents
We asked for this
But the South is not out West
There's nothing gentle about
Our stomachs full of gin
We are alive and we have no regrets
In a farmhouse in the Piedmont Hills
We learned what impatience wills
To women who fool around
If thievery has a voice to to sing
It's the choice and sound of moving hands
Over social wedding rings
I said Don't you turn around
Leave your strings at the door
And just walk out
[00:25.17]In a motel room in Colorado Springs
[00:28.43]We learned what impatience brings
[00:31.40]To women who fool around
[00:38.49]That summer was a strung-out mess
[00:40.99]And you swore to God you had the perfect fix
[00:44.49]And a plan to get us out
[00:50.04]You said Don't you turn around
[00:57.41]Leave your strings at the door
[00:59.85]And just walk out
[01:16.39]I sat in the living room
[01:18.85]And watched your girlfriend pack her things
[01:22.37]To move away from you
[01:29.95]Our record Buffy Sainte-Marie
[01:31.59]And we held hands and cried
[01:33.83]'til we couldn't see anything
[01:40.13]You said Don't you turn around
[01:47.83]You wouldn't like what you found here anyhow
[02:05.81]So I took a red-eye from the Bay
[02:09.72]Watched you watch the taxi pull away
[02:13.47]From Mission Street
[02:19.21]The next time we would meet
[02:21.57]Would be a train wreck of nerves and sexless sleep
[02:24.90]Mistakes made empty hymns
[02:29.61]I said Don't you make a sound
[02:36.42]Nothing's careful in desire
[02:40.52]Especially now
[02:57.34]There were no accidents
[03:00.30]We asked for this
[03:02.61]But the South is not out West
[03:10.14]There's nothing gentle about
[03:13.29]Our stomachs full of gin
[03:15.35]We are alive and we have no regrets
[03:31.13]In a farmhouse in the Piedmont Hills
[03:38.00]We learned what impatience wills
[03:41.00]To women who fool around
[03:47.71]If thievery has a voice to to sing
[03:50.20]It's the choice and sound of moving hands
[03:53.01]Over social wedding rings
[03:59.43]I said Don't you turn around
[04:06.59]Leave your strings at the door
[04:09.05]And just walk out