Changed in a rest stop into my dress

Be sure not to touch the floor

I've done that kind of thing before

Drove down 95 put on my eyes

In the rearviewmirror as I enter New York

You stopped calling my out my way

You stopped calling all together

I may be another feather

But I've got your name

You stopped calling my out my way

You stopped calling all together

I may be another feather

But I've got your name

Riding back to Massachusetts

Couldn't even see from snow

The road was studded with Christmas trees

I saw fire I saw fire then

I saw fire then I saw fire

I saw fire then I saw fire then