Lyrics:

Used to run all night on mood swings

And spill our gasoline

And play the violin behind the scenes

Felt so right to leave you losers

Why do I miss you now?

How much we give the ghost up

When we learned how to get where we're going?

Come on home, Wyoming

I know that every night you lie

And stare at the ceiling

Till you start believing it's the sky

Never knowing why

High on any sheer will measure

We run the on-time train

But we could call just one off due to rain

Sable frenzy, drunks and addicts

Do it all the time

We could always let one fall behind what we do

And pay what we're owing

Come on home, Wyoming

I know that every night you lie

And stare at the ceiling

Till you start believing it's the sky

Never knowing why