Blame It On Geography

Probably should’ve married you
When I had a chance
Made a blonde-haired little baby
Got a job and quit the band
And quit the band
Yeah I understand
Teach you to play piano
You could teach me how to feel
You could tear apart this wooden boy
And maybe make him real
And make me real
Keep it all concealed
These poets and their poisons
They are always hand and hand
And Dorothy
I am just your empty tin man
Let’s blame it on geography
Kentucky and Tennesee
Tearing you away from me tonight
And every word I try to say
From 700 miles away
I was just calling to say goodbye
Baby it ain’t easy
Yeah this feeling like a freak
Yeah I know that everything I love
Is killing me
It’s killing me
Please just let it be
Mis-self-medicating
I’m just turning off the clock
'Cause these dead writers and suicides
Are the only friends I’ve got
You know it’s true
My vice isn’t you
(You…)
These poets and their poisons
They are always hand and hand
And Dorthoy
I am just your empty tin man
So let’s blame it on geography
Kentucky and Tennesee
Tearing you away from me tonight
And every word I try to say
From 700 miles away
You were just calling to say goodbye
Let’s blame it on geography (blame it on geography)
Let’s blame it on geography (blame it on geography)
Let’s blame it on geography (blame it on geography)
You were just calling to say goodbye