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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"