Man, I wonder nYou spent the summer southnRiding bikes instead of punching time clocksnIf voices said go to Colorado nIt's such a scenic place to end a storynnYou'd been waking up to shitnStood in the background watchingnCouldn't tell what was in your headnYou didn't say 'cause you don't like talkingnnYou, idling and counting steps left to gonYou got your radionThe more the days go bynThe more the static dronesnnStuck waiting nFor a couple words to bleed throughnI remember you nCouldn't get inside, it's a long way homennIf I'm out your way nI'll stop someday nThink I heard someone say out West on 55nnAsk why, ask what fornI blame it on your saltash lucknYour twenties, and North Dakota