this distance is pulling my limbs apart
this country's grace is so wide and so hard
as we sail down the road through the dancers & the drinkers & the bars
a sunset in iowa, balloons over minnesota
and a helix of birds funneling in arkansas
and I knew when I left that this would be hard
I've been crying for ghosts
the thinness of winter
the ease of wind ripping through your skirts
and I know this is what I do
this is how I'm meant to move
but sometimes the homesick
is just the last step
it's like going against the ocean
lonely & jealous & haunted streets
all the neon lights greet us as we make our entrance
and it seems that memphis is pretty bare in this part of town
& there standing ominous across the road
a dilapidated drive in is flashing like gold
but tonight I'll just get drunk in my hotel room
and I'll wish you could take me to the drive in tonight
there'd be necking in the back seat
& soda pop & window speakers
and I would wear my nicest dress and saddle shoes
I would like to show you this
america
but if I had sailed here on some silver screen
I'd probably still be holding on to my demons
cause even sailors & movie stars get lost some nights
& the rain comes in rivers, and the warmth is a nice change
but my heartache is tucked away inside my suitcase
and I wish, I just wish
that I was at home
I'm still crying for ghosts
the thinness of winter
the ease of wind ripping through your skirts
and I know this is what I do
this is how I'm meant to move
but sometimes the homesick
is just the last step
it's like going against the ocean