[ Featuring The Round Valley Band ]
Los Angeles in the winter,
The sun creeping down the hills,
I drove straight here from Montana
When I started to get the chills
So I order a black coffee
You order words that I'd misspell
We sit way too long in silence
Have I become some sort of pill?
Since I moved on the range
Since you re-changed your last name
Did it make you feel more hurt
To carry all my syllables
I understand
It wasn't your plan
Los Angeles in the winter
I leave my jacket in the car
We walk side-by-side through Burbank
Passed the studios and stars
My dreams were always heavy
Like a cross I chose to bear
How'd you make it here so easy?
How'd you never get so scared?
Since you moved on the stage
As the people chant your name
Do the roses hurt your feet
When they fall from the mezzanine?
I understand
This was always your plan
So I drive back on the range
And drive my teeth into my brain
Every flower needs to change
To make its way to it's real name
But why can't you
Just stay the same?
