Ohio

On the razor's edge
At the first sign of light
The car was packed
While the house was quiet
My sister slept
As we started the drive
To California, where it’s warmer
‘gonna start a new life
I’m ‘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 blues
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 moved fast
On the northern plans
I read the maps as 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 I’m not
‘gonna miss the rain
Station wagon tires flying
Katie’s counting crows
Through the tears in her blues
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
Goodbye blue house
Goodbye red door
Abandoned worlds where we would drink on weekends
There’s magnets pulling from the ocean floor
I can’t forget
The way you looked when we were leaving
Station wagon tires flying
Katie’s counting crows
Through the tears in her blues
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 we left back home
In Ohio