Well the toast that you gave at my birthday party
Didn't really seem sincere
And I'm whispering words when I leave the room
That I really want you to hear
The sushi place we ate at
Every Tuesday night shut down
And I've got to find a way to get us out of this foggy town
So I went and found the blindfold
We bought in Paris but never used
And I went and got the map you folded wrong
Last time you put it away
I held my finger in the air
Hoped for a place to begin
So if Texas will have us
I said if Texas will have us
Well we've got to get to Austin
We've got to get ourselves to Austin
We're going to fix ourselves in Austin We're going to be different people
We're going to start all over again
But you wanted to fly
No matter how much it cost
You wanted to drive
No matter how long it took
So I wasn't there to switch seats
With the fat guy next to you
And I wasn't there to change the station
When they played Tom Sawyer again
And we weren't able to dance on the roof
To the sounds of the trucks on Route 66
But that's OK
I'm singing that's alright
I'm singing that's OK
Singing that's alright
Well we've got to get to Austin
We've got to get ourselves to Austin
We're going to fix ourselves in Austin We're going to be different people
We're going to start all over again
Well the park sign said not to leave a trace
But I picked violets for your hair anyway
And you laughed when I asked the guys in the next booth
To take our picture, while wearing their hats
With the Lonestar Beer
And the summer Texas wind
It felt just like we were breathing
We were breathing
For the first time
But the drunks in the next room
Barely drowned out the ice machine
And we couldn't agree on a single movie
The first day it rained
And the blind banjo player on Sixth Street
Said that his dog's name was Twain
And he looked right through us
And started playing It's Happening Again
Then the Colorado River
Flooded your eyes when you looked my way
Oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
Why did we come?
Why did we come?
We've got to get
The fuck
Out of Austin