A lonely yellow light gets swallowed 
By the morning in New Hampshire 
And casts a shadow on the pavement 
Where we used to walk together 
Yeah, yeah 

But in a small town 
Made of hills and trees and streams 
All you've got to believe 
Is what you dream 
I know she will make it somehow 

'Cause she is from New Hampshire 
Yeah, she said 
She wants to see it all 
Putting on her make-up 
She's making her last telephone call 
She says she's leaving me now 

My eyes are following the lines 
That lead away from old New Hampshire 
Yeah, 'cause she's gone out of view 
And taken with her clarity and laughter 

But in a big town 
Made of hard and scary things 
All you've got to believe in 
Is what you dream 
I know she will make it somehow 

She is from New Hampshire 
Yeah, she said 
She wants to see it all 
Putting on her make-up 
She's making her last telephone call 
She says she's leaving 

Why is growing up so bad for love 
It only takes us further 
From what means the most 
She means the most 
And now she's gone away 

But she is from New Hampshire 
Yeah, she said 
She wants to see it all 
Putting on her make-up 
She's making her last telephone call 
She says she's leaving me now 
She says she's leaving me now 
She says she's leaving me now 
New Hampshire 
New Hampshire 

Ou, Ou, Ou, Ou, Ou-ou 
Ou, Ou, Ou 

Ah-ra, ra, ra, ray 
Ah-ra, ra, ra, ray, yeah 
Ou, Ou-ou 
Ah-ra, ra, ra, ray 
Ah-ra, ra, ra, ray 
Uh, uh, uh 
Oh, uh, uh, uh 
Oh, waoh-oh, oh-ou 

Oh, waoh-oh, oh-ou 
That's you 
That's you 
That's you 

You 
That's you 
That's you 
That's you 
That's you 

Oh 
Ah-ra, ra, oh-ou 
Yeah