Well I used to know someone fair.
She had orange ribbons in her hair.
She was such a trip,
She was hardly there.
But I loved her
Just the same.

There was rain in our window,
The FM set was ragged.
But she could talk, yeah
We learned to speak
And one year
Has gone by.

Such a long long road to seek it,
All we did was break and freak it.
We had all
That lovers ever had.
We just blew it,
And I'm not sad.

Well I'm mad,
And I'm bad.

And two years
Have gone by.
Now her world was bright orange,
And the fire glowed.
And her friend had a baby,
And she lived with us.
Yeah, we broke through the window.
Yeah, we knocked on the door.
Her phone would not answer,
Yeah, but she's still home.

Now her father has passed over,
And her sister is a star.
And her mother smokes diamonds,
And she sleeps out in the car.
Yeah, but she remembers Chicago.
The musicians and guitars
And grass by the lake
And people who laughed,
And made her poor heart ache.

Now we live down in the valley.
We work out on the farm.
We climb up to the mountains,
And everything's fine.
And I'm still here.
And you're still there.
And we're still around.