I think about that day, I left him at a Greyhound station West of Santa Fé... We were seventeen But he was sweet and it was true, still I did what I had to Do 'Cause I just knew Предприпев: Without a nickel to my name... Hopped a bus, here I came Could be brave or just insane... We'll have to see 'Cause maybe in that sleepy town, he'll sit one day, the lights are down He'll see my face and think of how he used to know me Climb these hills, I'm reaching for the heights And chasing all the lights that shine And when they let you down... You'll get up off the ground 'Cause morning rolls around... And it's another day of sun