Wyoming - Heather Woods Broderick

When I think upon the day we met

The sun was shining, in my mother’s yard we sat

Later that day I got in your car and we drove west

By the end of the night, on your shoulder I rested

We’re older now, and many years have passed

You’ve got a young one now, and you’re making this one last

For the sake of my lover at the time, I let it pass

And I’ve tried to forget, but I do regret it

Just passed Wyoming, there’s nothing around

But a broken down shell of a house in the distance

With no road to even reach it

I’m a house

I’m a house

I’m a house

And you’re Wyoming

I’m a house

And you’re Wyoming