Headed out
Five to nine
Moonlit roads
And dotted lines
We left it all
In Santa Fe
Might be broken
But not today
The way you were
Can't you see?
Photograph
Faded gray
A distant glance
For Santa Fe
Dog-eared pages
Of scattered prose
I left you there
My desert rose
The way we were
Why'd I leave?
Flashing yellow lights and idle cars
Flowing down the street
To the modern beat
Every single day don't need to be a dizzy
Tilt-a-whirl
Feelings come & go but I don't know
Why I'm hanging on
You're already gone
I give it away
To Santa Fe
Headed out
Five to nine
Sun-bathed streets
I'll be fine
It's not so bad
Think I'll stay
And leave it all
In Santa Fe