One, Two, Three, Four

Wheat fields steady blowing
Like my memories, the wind is whispering
Like footprints in the snow
By morning light, will you be disappearing
In Manitoba with a pack of spirits in my brothers truck
I never used to care to drive but now mileage is going up
Said there was something I'd forgotten
I just had to leave the house
Verna said she missed me, she knows I can't stick around

But it's a nice place to visit for now

Standing on a rooftop
Sirens punctuate the city street
No matter where I am
I'm homеsick wondering where I should bе
In Los Angeles blowing smoke in a blacked out beamer
Wearing dark sunglasses just to hide my tears
Let her know I love her if you see her on the town
I'm here for the moment you know I can't stick around

But it's a nice place to visit for now

Into my head I often go
Where the baggage of my soul is stowed away
It's my self I'm tryna know
But there's wreckage all along this path I take
I'm the pilot of this flight
Who's just trying to leave the ground
No matter where I'm landing, I know I won't stick around

But it's a nice place to visit for now
Yeah, it's a nice place to visit for now