Changed in a rest stop into my dress
Be sure not to touch the floor
I've done that kind of thing before
Drove down 95, put on my eyes
In the rearviewmirror as I enter New York

You stopped calling my out my way
You stopped calling all together
I may be another feather
But I've got your name

You stopped calling my out my way
You stopped calling all together
I may be another feather
But I've got your name

Riding back to Massachusetts
Couldn't even see from snow
The road was studded with Christmas trees
I saw fire, I saw fire then
I saw fire then, I saw fire
I saw fire then, I saw fire then