Besedila: Patent Pending. Lights Out In Mississippi.

There's no hope in Cincinnati or a town like Baton Rouge
i can offer you Chicago, still there's nothing i can do
so i'm holding fast to Houston, as you scream Niagara Falls
and i hope and pray you won't return at all

as the lights burn out in Mississippi
as the tears roll down in old St. Paul
i'll be writing you this letter Kansas City (dreaming)
while i hope and pray you won't return at all

there's no left turns in Jersey
i don't care for San Jose
and i'll probably go to Vegas in the fall
head west to San Diego
while New York is standing tall
and i hope and pray you won't return at all

when the sun comes up in Pasadena
when the waves crash down in the Carolinas
when i lose all hope in Colorado
when the heat dies down in Arizona
every song i sing i'll sing for you
i'll call at 3am just like i always do
every second every minute every hour of the day
you're always on my mind