Ohio

On a razor’s edge
At the first sign of light
The car was packed
While the house was quiet
And my sister slept
As we started the drive
To California
Where it’s warmer,
Gonna start a new life
Gonna miss Ohio but this time
We’re gonna get it right
Station wagon tires, flying,
Katie’s counting crows through the
Tears in her blue eyes,
State lines and capitals go rushing
By as, I’m trying to find
A station on the radio
Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast.
And the days move fast
On northern plains
And I read the maps,
The prairie grass moved
In the wind like waves.
And we can’t look back
Some men you just can’t save.
We had our reasons, for leaving,
It’s better this way.
I’m gonna miss Ohio but not
Gonna miss rain
Station wagon tires, flying,
Katie’s counting crows through the
Tears in her blue eyes,
State lines and capitals go rushing
By as, I’m trying to find
A station on the radio.
Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast.
Better than the mess that we left back home
In Ohio.
Ohio
Goodbye blue house,
Goodbye red door,
Abandon worlds where we would drink all we can
There’s magnet’s pulling from the ocean floor
I can’t forget,
The way you looked when we were leaving.
Tires, flying,
Katie’s counting crows through the
Tears in her blue eyes,
State lines and capitals go rushing
By as, I’m trying to find
A station on the radio
Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast,
Better than the mess that we left back home
In Ohio
Ohio
Ohio
Ohio
Ohio