But I ain't in Checotah anymore I'm in a world so wide It makes me feel small sometimes I miss the big blue skies The Oklahoma kind Where sixty-nine meets forty There's a single-stoplight town And back when I was really young A part of that burned down

I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen All the other girls here are stars you are the Northern Lights They try to shine in through your curtains you're too close and too bright They try and they try but everything that they do Is the ghost of a

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more

Since you been got in the big city Well, you been startin' treatin' me wrong Your mama and your daddy done told me, baby Not to bring you to the South And the bright lights knocked you out I'm gonna send you back to Walker You had nothin' when I met you,

Let's turn up the radio Turn off those stupid singing shows Back to the shack Take me back, back to the shack Back to the strat with the lightning strap Kick in the door, more hardcore Rockin out like it's '94 I know where we need to go Sorry guys I

Crosses grow on Anzio Where no soldiers sleep And where hell is six feet deep That death does wait There's no debate So charge and attack Going to hell and back A white light

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago Turned around backwards so the windshield shows Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse Still, it's so much clearer I forgot my shirt at the water's edge The

But I gotta go right now But I'll be back before you know it I don't want to leave Good evening I'd like to thank everybody for coming out Hope your flights were safe Feeling real breezey Swift like the wind

You get top floor and when you back you go slower Turn out the lights cause they're coming bright And then you go Hope that smoke ain't getting to you're face Walking like you're sucking velvet snow Going 'cause you're sweating on our floor Then you go

Baby, I want you to cave me in I want it, I do (Girl, cave me in, I won't say it again, I want you) God bless those Northern lights And our own devices, babe Entropy multiplies 'Cause in the back of my mind In the back of my hemisphere So maybe I won't