On the way to California nSee my sister CarolinanLooking out on South Dakota nAt a field of gladiolasnGonna sell it in the summer nleave behind the floods and wintersnLetting go of what they sufferednLet it fall away like rain across the plainsnnFrom a payphone on a cornernMaking plans for our departurenI could wish we’d rush right overnLooking back over my shouldernCold December weathernNot keeping us together nIt’s New Years Eve forevernWe’re flying down the turnpike in the nightnnLooking out to the horizonnAnyone could see the swelling of your heartnAll the lights that shine before younLooks so helpless, and so far to seennSomeone’s always running fasternTowards the anchor that you neednYou forget again and ask hernWhy the light, it had to leavenAn echo in a footstep, a whisper from a portraitnShows us all the stars you seen