All of this
Feels so temporary
The late afternoon
Drivin' across the prairie
What the hell are we doing
Spendin' every dollar we have?
With no time to slow down
And no guts to go back
Hannah, Hannah, Hannah
I'm sorry about all of this
But give just a minute
To sort out everything
And I will, I will
And I know the freeway
Leaves much to be desired
And I'd trade a little color
For all these telephone wires
There are things I want to show you
But I might not get the chance
So, I could never blame you, no
For makin' other plans
Hannah, Hannah, Hannah
I'm sorry about all of this
But give just a minute
To sort out everything
And I will
Hannah, Hannah, Hannah
I'm sorry about all of this
But give me just a minute
To sort out everything
And I will, I will
