I’m all spent like a crumpled dollar note
Or the hull of your old rowboat
When it’s tethered to the end of the dock
For a dozen years or so
My clothes wore out all around the same time
I feel like I’ve been nickeled and dimed
So darling, if you’d be so kind
Find a needle and thread and help me mend what’s mine
‘cause I’ve got holes in the bottoms of my shoes
From chasing after you
And pieces of them left behind
Down on twenty-seven state lines
I’m all spent like the end of a season
Tired for all the right reasons
The return on my exchange is much, much more
Than you could even ever believe in
I left little bits of my heart
Scattered out among the Ozarks
On the shores of many northern lakes
And Louisiana in the dark
I swear, I almost fell apart
Using up the sum of my parts
I’m all tired and I’m worn out
From chasing you through so many towns
But my dreams never seem to slow down
I’ve got holes in the bottoms of my shoes
I’m tuckered out and bruised
But I swear, one day, I will catch up with you