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On a razor’s edge

At the first sign of light

The car was packed

While the house was quiet

And my sister slept

As we started the drive

To California

Where it’s warmer,

Gonna start a new life

Gonna miss Ohio but this time

We’re gonna get it right

Station wagon tires, flying,

Katie’s counting crows through the

Tears in her blue eyes,

State lines and capitals go rushing

By as, I’m trying to find

A station on the radio

Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast.

And the days move fast

On northern plains

And I read the maps,

The prairie grass moved

In the wind like waves.

And we can’t look back

Some men you just can’t save.

We had our reasons, for leaving,

It’s better this way.

I’m gonna miss Ohio but not

Gonna miss rain

Station wagon tires, flying,

Katie’s counting crows through the

Tears in her blue eyes,

State lines and capitals go rushing

By as, I’m trying to find

A station on the radio.

Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast.

Better than the mess that we left back home

In Ohio.

Ohio

Goodbye blue house,

Goodbye red door,

Abandon worlds where we would drink all we can

There’s magnet’s pulling from the ocean floor

I can’t forget,

The way you looked when we were leaving.

Tires, flying,

Katie’s counting crows through the

Tears in her blue eyes,

State lines and capitals go rushing

By as, I’m trying to find

A station on the radio

Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast,

Better than the mess that we left back home

In Ohio

Ohio

Ohio

Ohio

Ohio