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Intro

 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 could see anything

 You said, "Don't you turn around"

"You wouldn't like what you found out here anyhow"

 So I took a redeye 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 into hymns

 I said, "Don't you make a sound"

"Nothing's careful in desire, especially now"

Bridge

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 rest

Ooooooh

 In a farmhouse in the Piedmont hills

We learned what impatience wills

 To women who have fooled around

If thievery has a voice to sing

 It's the choice and sound of moving hands

 Over social wedding rings

 You said, "Don't you turn around"

"Leave your strings at the door and just walk out"