When she moved to the city, she was twenty years old Coming from the Midwest, she had never left home Up on the Brooklyn Bridge, she took a deep breath
We bid our friends goodbye We promised we would write them And headed north up 95 Into the great unknown We turned up our stereo And felt so reckless
When Annis built this cage I saw the blueprint on the table But I was too young to run She lured me from my plain Into her clandestine domain To tend
I don't need your baggage I don't need your grief Still I came back When I tried to leave Cause I need you like a cigarette I need you like my whiskey
Someone is tossing petals in a stream Somewhere someone is standing at the foothills of their dreams Someone got a paintbrush, is painting over doubts
