Colorado was so nice
But I'm Minnesota's son
Even when the cold winds blow
In the darkness and the light
And the young folks search for meaning here
And the old folks know there's none
Out your window you can see the world
Babe it's turning, and it's gone
And the stars at night
Why do they make you cry?
Don't you think that I'll be coming home?
Well it's not like Sunny, Monterrey in all the Steinbeck books you read
Where the hobos know the secrets and the law turns their head
We are as close to paradise even though you might not hear it said
And the Methodists all bring a dish to share with the ashes on their head
And when the sun's in the sky
We'll have a class outside
Why do you think that I can be so cold?
I'm not scared of much here anymore
Wait, friends, that was a lie
'Cause I'm scared to death of losing you
To be alone, high and dry
And I know you worry
About time and money
But don't you know those things, they come and go?