Lyrics:

Changed in a rest stop into my dress
Be sure not to touch the floor
I've done that kind of thing before
Drove down 95
Put on my eyes in the rearview mirror
As I enter New York
You stopped calling out my way
You stopped calling all together
I may be another feather
But I've got your name
You stopped calling out my way
You stopped calling all together
I may be another feather
But I've got your name
Riding back to Massachusetts
Couldn't even see from snow
The road was studded with Christmas trees
I saw fire, I saw fire then
I saw fire then, I saw fire
I saw fire then, I saw fire then