I'm heading on up to The Rockies.
I didn't have time to pack my bags.
I left my belongings back home with my troubles,
They don't fit in with this land.
I said goodbye to a heart that's forgotten how to love.
'Cause I know they won't ask if I'm done mending,
Later on when I'll probably be pretending.
I went out and bought myself a floor-length skirt,
'Cause I'm getting older now.
Who's gonna pay eight dollars to see a solo lady anyhow?
So I signed up for a club called Blonde on Blonde.
Though I know they won't ask if I'm done mending.
They are already used to my pretending.
But I don't mind so long as our voices are blending.
Too bad the start started out as the ending.
Open up my eyes, look to my left,
Cnd see that the clock hands read 11:03.
If I don't get out of this bed
I might just sleep on through January.
Oh, I do despise
Putting all of my eggs into one basket,
Only then to be filled up with regret.
So, you say we should maybe play it side by side,
Like a good old fashioned pair of best friends.
You say it will work out so well we won't
Ever want it to end.
Oh, I'm tired of these selfish lies.
I can't even see you, are you looking at me?
How can I believe you, you're not looking at me?
You can call me Baby Dynamite
I'll ignite the dullness that replaced your bright.
Cnd you can leave me curbside, I don't mind.
I'll keep on playing, I'm not staying, you can already hear me saying...