I go to you
over uneven roads
across worn out asphalt and earth
I go to you
but I haven't the heart
to steal you from the arms of another
more than mere highways rest between you and I
and that lonesome nevada county line
when you came to me
across the vast ocean blue
flying east from your father and mother
you came to me
in a small dusty room
with the weight of your decision sinking in
more than mere highways would link you and I
to that lonesome nevada county line
so there we stood
with our city and its spires
and our warmth where our bodies met in the middle
yes we were there
where the horizon greets the sky
unaware of the storm on the horizon
more than mere highways were filling up your eyes
with that lonesome nevada county line
when you went away
that old fever took ahold of me
lord I laid where I could for a time
you went from me
for I'd sqaundered all your love
by my own hand it was buried in the dirt
on the side of the highway you left me by and by
for that lonesome nevada county line