Lyrics

Dry your eyes, little girl
The West is calling out your name.
No sense in denying its pull—
It’d be far worse if you stayed.

But while you’re wandering alone,
Along those cold, long roads at night.
And when your demons start chasing you down,
Just know I’ll be by your side.

But first…

Release me.
Release me.
Release me of your spell
Before you go.

All your half-written poetry
Will find its end upon the road.
How can you write about the heat,
When all you’ve ever known is cold?

But while you’re wandering alone,
Along those cold, long roads at night.
And when your demons start chasing you down,
Just know I’ll be by your side.

But first…

Release me.
Release me.
Release me of your spell
Before you go.